My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Lucien Lucien’s hands cradled her face as the kiss deepened, fervent and consuming. His mouth moved against hers with urgent need, tongue stroking deep, claiming every sigh and whimper she gave him. He pressed her back against the wall first, bodies flush, before guiding her toward the couch without breaking contact. His fingers trembled slightly with restraint as they slid down her sides, but his grip on her hips was firm, possessive.He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, breathing ragged. “Eveline,” he murmured, voice low and respectful, filled with reverence. “Let me see you. All of you. I need this—need you—more than air right now.”She nodded, eyes dark with the same desire. Lucien’s hands moved with purpose then, fervent in action even as his words stayed tender. He peeled her shirt over her head, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. His gaze lingered, heated but worshipful, before he unclasped her bra and let it fall. He cupped her gently at firs

Lucien Hours earlierLucien reached out to brush a frazzled lock of hair from her face, his fingertips grazing her cheek. His chest tightened, even as warmth curled to his toes. When she mumbled something and snuggled closer to him, he almost abandoned the exit plan he’d been thinking about so he could hold her longer. It wasn’t ever easy leaving after, but this time around, it felt different. Something had changed in the way he kissed her—the way she held on to him. And the fact that they were in her bedroom—the only place in the house where he could smell her everywhere. Her arm was thrown carelessly over his waist, and her head snuggled against his chest. He could feel her breath on his skin, sliding underneath the layers and flooding his veins. Maybe he could stay for a few hours. There was no harm in making her breakfast. Shane was still behind bars, and as long as Gerald or Mary didn’t have a key to the house, he wouldn’t have to explain what he was doing there. Actually

Eveline Eveline staggered back into the house, her pupils wide and her lips refusing to close. Shane looked like hell—his shirt was wide open, his chin was completely covered with a thick, unruly beard, and his hair was matted. “You didn’t come to see me,” he hissed, taking slow steps towards her. His eyes were bloodshot, and she could smell the booze on his breath. When did he get out of jail? Did Gerald finally find the right string to pull? “Me!” He slammed his chest with his hand as his mouth curled into a frightening smile. “Your fiancé! You let me rot in that…in that—” he pointed over his shoulder, jabbing his finger in the air. “Place,” he spat. “What were you doing while I was away?” He demanded. “Fucking other men? Huh? Did you bring them here? Is that why you wouldn’t share a room with me? Because you wanted to bring men over so you could fuck them?!” The veins bulged across his face as he raged, shaking his fist at her. Eveline felt cold sweat trickle down

Eveline Dinner at Lucien’s house was one thing. But she was seated across from him in an expensive restaurant that looked like it typically got booked months ahead…And to top that, he was looking a little too handsome for her to focus on the food in front of her. Plus, he hadn’t said anything for the entire thirty minutes they’d been sitting down. “Okay, fine.” Eveline dropped her spoon and folded her arms. “I give up.”Lucien looked worried immediately. “Is something wrong with the food? Do you want to order something else? A different bottle of wine? White instead of—“Waitttt—” she stopped his rambling, holding up a hand, laughing at how slightly nervous he looked. Lucien Roswood didn’t get nervous about anything. “I didn’t say the food was bad. In fact, I think it’s amazing. And I’m sure the bottle of wine, with a name I’ll butcher if I try to pronounce it, costs as much as it tastes.”He nodded slowly, his brows furrowed. “You said you give up.”“Yup,” she nodded. It was her t

Guiding her to lean back on the island, he slowly took her panties off, hooking her legs over his shoulders and pulling her hips to the edge. His hot breath teased her for a heartbeat before he dragged his tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, her back arching sharply as her fingers plunged into his hair, gripping tight. He groaned against her, the vibration sending sparks through her body, and sucked her clit between his lips before sliding his tongue in. “Mm…mmm…” A high, keen whimper broke out of her as Lucien thrust his tongue deeper, curling it against her clit as it slid in and out. Her whimpers were getting louder, echoing through the kitchen. He wanted to hear her—he wanted to know how far he could push her, but if Jonah was to come in—Lucien reached out, without slowing down, pressing two fingers against her lips. She took it as an invitation and took his fingers into her mouth, her tongue sliding up and down, before she sucked on them. The blood race