His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 1184

Chapter 1184:

He had wondered what kind of person could ignite such devotion in her.

But it turned out...

That man he had been jealous of in secret was actually himself.

Belinda’s unwavering affection had always been for him.

As the truth settled, a surge of exhilaration coursed through Lucas.

His gaze on Belinda intensified, brimming with newfound depth.

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In the end, Belinda didn’t even know how she ended up following Lucas to a hotel.

The instant the door to the opulent suite clicked shut, Lucas’ restraint shattered. With one arm, he drew Belinda

close, pressing her against him, while his other hand gently cradled her face. Leaning in, he captured her lips in

a passionate kiss.

Lucas’ kiss was deep, searing with unspoken longing.

Belinda’s eyes fluttered closed as she melted into his embrace, tilting her head back, her arms instinctively

encircling his waist. She met his fervor with equal passion.

The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the frantic rhythm of their hearts.

Lost in the moment, Lucas effortlessly lifted Belinda into his arms, his embrace both possessive and tender. By

the tthey collapsed onto the bed together, their breaths cin uneven gasps.

Supporting himself above her, Lucas gazed down at her with dark, intense eyes—desire and love mingling in

their depths.

His intensity was overwhelming, sending a shiver through Belinda. She averted her gaze, but he wouldn't allow

it. With a quiet sigh, she reached for him, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him back down for

another kiss.

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Their bodies pressed together, the warmth between them growing intoxicating. Lucas’ hands roamed over her,

each touch unraveling the barriers between them. In turn, Belinda slid her fingers along the buttons of his jacket,

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her hands trembling slightly as she undressed him.

Soon, they lay bare before each other, bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single bedside lamp. Shadows danced

across Belinda’s porcelain skin, casting an ethereal aura around her.

Lucas’ gaze traveled over her, drinking in every inch of her beauty, as though admiring a masterpiece sculpted

by the gods themselves.

Feeling the weight of his admiration, Belinda felt her cheeks flush with warmth. Embarrassed, she instinctively

raised a hand to shield his view.

A husky chuckle rumbled from Lucas’ chest, low and tantalizing. Gently, he pried her fingers away and pressed a

lingering kiss to her palm. “You're breathtaking,” he murmured.

Belinda turned her head aside, unable to meet his gaze.

But then, without warning, Lucas shifted their positions in a swift, effortless movement.