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Lethal Temptation

Favorite Curse 129

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updatedAt: 2026-01-29

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Mara

Lucian’s kisses were soft and slow, each one blooming across my skin like petals in a garden of pleasure! couldn’t understand how I never got tired of him. If anything, I wanted him more–like my body remembered him even in the spaces between our touches and kept craving more.

“Lucian…” I breathed, barely able to say his name.

“Let me thank you pro

perly,” he whispered.

He brought my breasts together, his mouth trailing heat as he licked and sucked both n*****s at once. My

back arched instinctively. They were extra sensitive–more than usual–and the sensation had me gaspingi, /i

fingers tangled in his hair as I moaned aloud.

Lucian knew my body like a sacred map–every route, every curve, every hidden switch. He never rushed, and

he never missed. I was spoiled by him, addicted to the way he made me feel. My toys gathered dust, long

forgotten. Lucian gave me a level of pleasure nothing else could match–and he knew it.

My moans grew louder as the tension coiled deep in my belly. He moved lower, kissing a slow trail down my

body until he reached my stomach. He paused there, his lips brushing softly against the skin just above my

womb.

“Thank byou/bb, /bbMara/bb,/b” he linked to me.

But I was too far gone to respond. The pleasure had already taken over.

He pulled off my panties and didn’t waste time. His mouth found me, and I was undone in seconds.

Everything felt too goodi, /itoo intense–I couldn’t hold back. I cried out as my orgasm shattered through me,

my hips jerking, legs trembling.

Then, gently, Lucian slid iinto /ime.

He was careful this time. No wild rhythm. Just slowi, /itender strokes. But even his gentleness was

overwhelming–my body was too sensitive, too ready, and every movement sent another wave of sensation

rolling through me.

It didn’t take long before we both came together. That surprised me–Lucian rarely lost control. But this time,

he did. And I loved it.

He eased out of me and copsed beside me, breathless.

I rested my head on his chest, still trying to calm my heartbeat, my skin glowing with aftershocks.

i“/iSorry, Mara,” he murmured, running a hand through my hair. “You were just too damn soft and slippery. It

was… too sweet to resist.”

I giggled into his chest, still tingling.

“I’ve linked Jennifer to bring up food,” he added. “No more beer for you, by the way.”

I groaned in mock protest, and he chuckled, reaching for the remote.

“Let’s watch a movie to kill some time before dinner with your parents.”

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At the mention of dinner, my stomach tightened–not from hunger.

I didn’t want to go.

Sure, my mother adored Lucián. She’d probably nned the dinner herself. But my father? Not so much He still hadn’t forgiven Lucian for how things went during the visit with his father. And the Tina situation? That

had turned whatever little patience he had into ash.

So why dinner now?

Because of the pregnancy. That had iMom’s /ifingerprints all over it.

I curled closer to Lucian, trying to soak in the peace we had left before the evening. I crossed my fingers and

hoped the dinner would go smoothly.

Because thest thing I wanted was another scene like the one at the Nighthorn mansion.

Jennifer brought our food forty–five minutester, and it was idivine/ii. /iLucian leaned back and watched me eat like it was entertainment. I was halfway through dessert when I smeared a bit of cream from the parfait onto

the tip of his nose.

Without missing a beat, I leaned in and licked it off.

His eyebrows rose. “Now iyou’re /ibeing naughty,” he said with a grin.

Before I could blink, he scooped me off the chair and dropped me onto the bed, tickling me until I gasped for

breath between helplessughter.

“Okay! I surrender!” I squealed.

He silenced me with a sweet kiss.

After the meal, we returned to bed to watch a movie. I barely made it halfway through before I curled into Lucian’s arms and drifted off.

I woke to the soft brush of fingers on my cheek and Lucian’s warm voice.

“Time to get up, sleepyhead.”

I blinked, groggy. “Already?”

“It’s four. We’ve got an hour before dinner.”

I groaned, pulling the sheets over my head.

“Me too, Mara,” he said,ughing. “I wanted to stay in just as badly.”

He kissed my forehead, then turned on the shower. As I stepped under the stream, Lucian cupped my face in his hands, eyes searching mine.

“You looked so peaceful,” he said, “I didn’t want to wake you. But we promised.”

He kissed me again–slow and lingering–and for a moment, I almost said forget dinner.

Almost.

We showered, and I changed into a soft sweater–dress that stopped just above my knees. Casual,fortable, and very much ime/ii. /iNot quite the conservative look my parents expected, but I didn’t care. Lucian looked me up and down with an amused expression. “You’re sure you want to wear that?”

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I raised a brow right back. “Yes, Lucian. As long as iyou /ilike it and want me in it, that’s all that matters.b” /b

His smile was dangerouszy and warm–and it made my stomach flip. Goddess, how did I fall this hard for

him?

We left the house with a bottle of non–alcoholic wine and got into the car. Our holiday home wasn’t far from my parents‘, and we arrived in less than fifteen minutes.

My mother opened the door with a bright smile. “There they are!”

But the moment I stepped inside, I felt it–my father’s disapproval, sharp and immediate, his eyes dropping to my dress. He didn’t say a word, but the frown was loud enough.

Lucian noticed, of course. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around me–subtle, protective, firm.

“Mr. Thornridge,” Lucian said, extending a hand.

My father paused for a beat before shaking it.

“Wee to our home, Alpha Lucian.”

Lucian nodded respectfully.

From behind, my mother leaned against my father, beaming. “Who would’ve thought they’d fall in love, Aideniden? Seems like yesterday Mara threatened to run away when we told her the news.”

Lucian smirked and pinched my side. I jumped, stifling a yelp.

“Traitor,” I whispered to him, and he winked.

Whatever tension had been in the air–Lucian had already started to disarm it.

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