My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 285

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 285

The warm water of the hot spring lapped at her skin, causing it to glisten temptingly.

Her long, shapely legs were stretched out before her, teasing him endlessly.

Lucas could not tear his gaze away from the entrancing sight of her beauty as arousal darkened his eyes.

His breathing deepened while desire ran rampant through him.

He had always known that Ashlyn was beautiful. But here, underneath the moonlight, she looked like an ethereal goddess.

Every time he looked at her, he would discover another facet of her beauty.

Like someone digging for treasure, the more he dug the deeper into the hole he fell.

His nerves strummed with anticipation and excitement as he wrapped a white robe around her body before lifting her into his arms.

He set her down on the bed like she was some priceless artefact, then moved to lean against the headboard regally.

His movements caused the collar of his black robe to fall open, revealing the hard planes of his chest.

“Honey…” his hoarse voice breathed out seductively as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Lust burned in his eyes, unfathomable and deep.

Ashlyn’s damp hair spread out around her like a halo, contrasting against her pale skin.

Her face was an enticing shade of red, flushed from the soak in the hot spring.

She looked like a delicious tomato he wanted to take a bite out of.

Pinned beneath him, Ashlyn looked like a jaguar ready to lash out at any moment as she stared back at him challengingly.

Her luscious body was partially concealed underneath the robe, making for a truly tantalizing sight to behold.

Lucas’ eyes darkened further and he rasped out, “You’re so captivating…”

There was a slightly triumphant look in his eyes as he admired her like a king surveying conquered land.

His gaze was also incredibly heated, searing her with its intensity and leaving her throat as dry as parchment. NôvelDrama.Org content.

She did not know when the black robe had slipped from his body, revealing the sharply defined chest. Every line and contour screamed of strength and power.

Even though they had been married for four years and had made love countless times, seeing him so blatantly naked still served to unnerved her.

His calloused fingers played with her long hair, twining and entangling the silky strands while his breathing grew heavier.

Ashlyn observed the man above her quietly, taking in the pitch-black eyes that burned hotter than a star.

“Honey, don’t leave me again,” he rumbled hoarsely.

His hand moved to cup the back of her head as his lips smashed into hers forcefully. His kiss was so demanding that she was left with no room to escape or reject.

High above their heads, the stars glimmered brightly in the dark night.

At that moment, everything was oh-so-romantic and perfect…

The weak light of dawn shone down through the glass roof.

As the woman in his arms stirred, Lucas woke up.

He watched as she rubbed her sore limbs before struggling into an upright position.

Next, she reached down to pick up the robe that had been discarded on the floor last night.

His lips curled into a smirk as he gazed at the wonderful curve of her back.

He had not rested until the darkened skies outside had begun to lighten. Only then did he fall into a deep and contented sleep.

The heavy breathing from behind her had Ashlyn looking back warily and her gaze instantly locked with his.

He lounged there unashamedly, bare for all the world to see.

Even she had to admit that his body was like a proverbial Adonis.

“Honey, you’re awake? Are you hungry?” The satisfaction and delight in his voice were unmistakable.

Throat dry and aching, her voice came out raspy, “Lucas, stop this nonsense.”

She was incredibly uncomfortable with him calling her ‘Honey’ all the time.

Right now, the term of endearment reminded her that she had given in to the man’s seduction last night even without the Spirogyra’s influence.

How very embarrassing.

Lucas chuckled when he saw the redness creeping up her neck and to her cheeks. There was an undecipherable look in his eyes.