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Aveline's expression grew cold as she tried to slip out of his embrace, but the next second, Lucas tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her back.

Her back was pressed against Lucas' warm chest, his hot breath brushing her ear.

"Why are you getting up so early?"

In the morning, his voice was huskier, and everything about him seemed more awake.

Aveline felt his arousal, and her body tensed, fearing he might lose control in the morning.

"I'm hungry," she said flatly.

Lucas held her tightly, his heat pressing against her as if he wanted to melt her.

"So am I, his voice was even more husky.

Aveline blinked, a thought crossing her mind.

Was his refusal to divorce her because he was still interested in her body?

Would their relationship end when he lost that interest?

For some reason, she felt a deep sadness.

She said, "Lucas, I don't want to."

His kisses lingered on her shoulder, his hands playing with her tender skin.

Feeling her tremble, he tightened his grip. "Are you sure you don't want to?"

His kisses trailed to her earlobe. "Your body speaks the truth, even if your words don't."

With his words, her body trembled even more.

Women have needs too.

Especially when Lucas knew her sensitive spots and teased them intentionally, Aveline found herself.

unable to resist.

Sensing her change in emotion, Lucas said in a raspy voice, "How about a little appetizer before

breakfast?"

Aveline bit her lip, trying to stifle her voice.

But he seemed determined to make her vocal, his movements becoming more intense.

Unable to hold back, Aveline let out a soft moan, her voice tender and a bit raspy, making it especially

alluring.

"Does it feel good?"

Lucas kissed her cheek, staring at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes misty with desire.

He was very pleased with the way she trembled in his hands.

Feeling overwhelmed, Aveline suddenly turned and kissed his lips.

Lucas responded immediately, taking control.

Their breaths intertwined, and a fire seemed ready to ignite.

But quickly, Aveline pushed him away, swiftly getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

Lucas lied there in a daze, his hand still poised as if touching her body.

She just left?

She got her satisfaction and then ignored him?

Lucas' face darkened. He got out of bed and opened the bathroom door.

Aveline was brushing her teeth and, caught off guard, saw him in the mirror, wearing nothing but his black bullet briefs that clearly outlined his arousal.

A rare indifferent expression crossed her face as she looked away.

Lucas stared at her intently, walked over, turned her around, and lifted her onto the sink.

Kisses rained down her neck and collarbone, hot and teasing.

Aveline frowned, pushing him away. "Lucas, is this why you won't divorce me?"

Lucas' breath hovered over her chest as he hoarsely replied, "Isn't that why you wanted a husband?"

He lifted his head, his eyes displeased. "Be fair, give me a chance, hmm?"

Aveline's face turned bright red, her eyes gaining a hint of emotion, no longer cold and indifferent.

Lucas was very satisfied, his hand sliding down to her leg.

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