Chapter 62
“Ugh, Leila!”
His urgent voice seemed distant. She opened her eyes wide and her mouth fell open.
“Ah, ahhh!”
The pleasure that had been building up reached its peak and spread throughout her body. She twisted her waist and spread her toes. She struggled as if to escape his grip, but he held her tightly.
He pulled her closer with both arms, fully sealing their connection, and continued to thrust rapidly. The sound of their wet union was loud, and Leila let out moans that sounded like she was in pain.
The wet sounds, her moans, and his beast-like heavy breathing intertwined in a precise harmony.
“Keugh!”
He released the climax he had been holding back deep inside her, thrusting strongly several more times. She was nearly crumpled against him as he held her.
As he held her completely limp body, trembling in his arms, he slowly licked his lips and murmured,
“They say there’s no cure for being addicted to s-x…”
At his dejected murmur, Leila shivered. Because despite his words, his body was clearly making its own demands. As she looked around in confusion, Lucas watched her quietly, a faint smile on his lips.
He gently touched her trembling lips with his, whispering with their lips still touching.
“It seems it’s already too late.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed his lips against hers, lifting her onto his lap and starting to unbutton his shirt. Knowing that once he started, he could never stop at just one time, he hoped Philip would be perceptive enough not to come looking for him.
Soon, the sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin echoed fiercely once again.
* * *
After their second lovemaking, the two grew even closer, especially in terms of physical intimacy. He would often leave his office suddenly to go see Leila.
She would stop practicing the flute he had given her as a gift and throw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately. They also began to exchange pheromones.
The secret pheromone exchange, unique to alphas and omegas and unknown to betas, was an intimate act reserved for lovers. It was not something done with casual partners.
Every time he smelled her pheromones, reminiscent of Darjeeling tea, he felt as if he were standing under warm sunlight. Like an afternoon tea time, her pheromones were addictive.
They made it a point to kiss each other and exchange pheromones every day, as if checking in on each other’s well-being.
Like lovers who had just started their relationship, they began to share every little thing. This process was more natural than expected and provided deeper satisfaction than imagined.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“Hmm?”
Reclining comfortably on the soft sofa, he lifted his head from its relaxed position to look at Leila, who was sitting on top of him. She rarely made requests, so Lucas looked at her lips with anticipation.
“May I ask you to find Anna for me?”
“You mean your maid?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not a difficult task.”
Encouraged by his positive response, Leila added more details.
“I sent Anna to my uncle’s estate. I’m worried about whether she arrived safely.”
“So you’re not asking me to bring her back.”
“…Yes, that’s right. I just want to know if she’s doing well.”
Lucas took this opportunity to ask a question that had puzzled him for a while.
“Why did you send away someone as close to you as a limb? Did she do something wrong?”
“Of course not. Anna was my maid, but I thought of her as a sister.”
“Then why send her away?”
Her response only confused Lucas further. Why would she send someone away if they were so close? Leila hesitated before answering.
“She would have struggled if she stayed with me. My stepmother did not touch her—and her alone—for that purpose.”
Her words made Lucas’s expression darken with anger.
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