The Love From Vengeance

71: THE PASSION

ARIEL’S POV

My heart pounded in my chest as Luke forcefully dragged me into his room. I stumbled that very moment, the room was kind of dark.

Luke’s grip was firm, and his determination for whatever he wanted to do, was evident in his eyes. He had an intense gaze, one that made me feel both captivated and apprehensive.

My eyes darted around, as I was still trying to understand what the hell was going on around here. I tried to put an end to Luke’s grip, but the more I resisted, the tighter his hold became.

Luke, still holding me, and sensing my resistance, spoke in a low, gentle voice, “What’s wrong Ariel? Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” I asked him, still trying to get his hands off me.

“You are my wife, aren’t you?” He queried, but I refused to give him an answer. “There’s no need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t bring the pain like I did to you those years.

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Immediately, I stopped struggling, my eyes meeting Luke’s. There was something in his that softened my defenses. And the words he just uttered changed my actions at the moment. Luke’s grip loosened slightly, and he slowly moved closer to me. “I know you’re trying to resist. And I know I’ve done a lot of wrong in the past. But you just need to let go. Free your mind, and be lost in the passion.” His voice was calm, as the type that was soothing.

gazing at

ear. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help

Luke slowly leaned in, closing the distance between us. Staring

was gentle, soft, and I wanted to break it off, but I couldn’t. His lips were soft as hell, and tasty.

Luke’s hands exploring my body with tender caresses. His lips moved expertly

my tongue, the intensity of our kiss grew, making the moment even more enchanting. I find it quite unbelievable that I never

I know. But his lips were just

us ignited, and it was like we couldn’t get enough. Luke’s hands were exploring every inch of my body, leaving a trail of electricity wherever they

only grew. It was a wild and uninhibited moment, as

out a low moan. His rough kisses ignited a

lifted my dress, revealing my lacy panties. I felt a rush of excitement and my heart raced as his kisses grew even more intense. I could feel the lingering sensation of a hickey

he continued to ravish me with his kisses, his hands eagerly exploring the curves of my body. I could feel my heart racing with desire as he skillfully removed my dress, leaving me exposed in just my bra, my nipples hardening at the cool air. His fingers expertly unhooked my bra, unveiling my breasts to him, and I could feel the heat between my legs intensify. With only my panties and heels left, I was completely lost in the whirlwind of passion

a rush of excitement and anticipation. When he gently laid me on the bed, I knew I was in for a night

panties, making me feel completely vulnerable and exposed, but in the best way possible. And when he revealed his own naked form, with his impressive and eager arousal, I knew that this was going to be a night to remember. Our bodies were drawn to each other like magnets,

as he got on top of me, his lips meeting mine in a soft and

inside of me, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. The feeling of him inside me,

into a state of pure

I felt a surge of contemplation and desire. He taunted me with a teasing pause, only to aggrandize my pleasure as