She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 697

Right here in the party's parking lot, where anyone could walk by, she is brazenly turning him on.

Loyce looks up at his face, which is etched with pure lust and desperate restraint. A sly, victorious glint flashes in her eyes.

She loves seeing him lose control over her. She loves pulling this untouchable god down into the messy, mortal realm of desire.

"You don't like it?" she asks, her own breathing growing ragged.

He stares at her, his eyes terrifyingly dark. "I'm going crazy," he grinds out.

The next second, he refuses to give her another chance to play games. He crashes his mouth onto hers, swallowing her smug little smile.

The snow over Metropia seems to fall harder, large flakes landing in their hair and on their faces, only to be instantly melted by the scorching heat of their bodies.

Loyce's knees go weak from the intensity of his kiss. She clings to his broad shoulders, completely overwhelmed by the sudden storm, a soft whimper escaping her throat.

That sound manages to reel in just a fraction of his sanity.

He refuses to let any other man catch a glimpse of her like this. Reluctantly, he breaks the kiss, though his arms keep her locked against him. Both of their chests heave violently.

Looking at her swollen, wet lips and hazy eyes, his Adam's apple bobs hard again.

"We are going to the airport," he commands, his voice raw with unabated lust. "Right now."

He practically lifts her into the passenger seat, though he still takes the time to carefully buckle her in.

Slamming the door, he stalks around to the driver's side and starts the engine. The SUV roars to life and shoots out of the lot like a bullet, tearing toward the private airstrip.

Outside, the city lights blur into streaks.

Inside, the sexual tension is so thick it is suffocating.

Lucian drives with one hand. His other hand remains tightly locked with hers, his thumb rubbing aggressively over her knuckles, as if the physical contact is the only thing keeping the beast inside him caged.

Loyce watches the tense line of his jaw. The blistering heat from his palm makes her heart race like a drum.

She knows that tonight, under the stars on their private island, they are going to have an unforgettable time.

"Lucian," she says softly.

"Yeah?" he responds, his voice still hoarse.

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