This chapter includes suggestive content, emotional intimacy, and mature scenes. Please read at your comfort level.
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Lucas carried Anna toward her bedroom, her laughter echoing softly down the hallway as she pretended to struggle in his arms. The door clicked shut behind them with a quiet finality that seemed to seal the rest of the world outside. The tension that had built between them over the past few days — the anger, the worry, the unspoken longing — finally snapped, transforming into something hotter, more urgent, and infinitely more dangerous.
He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, but neither of them pulled away. Lucas stood between her legs, looking down at her with dark, hungry eyes. Anna's breath caught as his hands slid up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her loungewear higher. The air between them crackled with weeks of suppressed desire.
"Lucas…" she whispered, half warning, half invitation.
