The two lay together in the bath, she leaning against his chest. Lucas Walker was like a large recliner for her to lean on, his hand reaching out to help her clean thoroughly.
Ivana Bennett lazily rested on him, not wanting to move at all.
After the bath, the two returned to their bed. Lucas Walker initially fetched a blanket to dry her.
As he dried her, his fingers lingered on her body unconsciously. His lips moved in once more, planting a soft kiss on her earlobe.
"Ivana... may I... once more?"
Despite being with her every day, he always kept himself in check, fearful of reducing her to unconsciousness as had happened once before.
However, he could not control his raging testosterone.
The girl in his arms, like a poison, always rendered him out of control.
The usually dominating man asked so gently, how could she deny him?
She didn't say a word, but reached out with the arm wearing the sports watch to embrace his neck.
