With Ivana Bennett's reminder, Lucas Walker noticed that her bra clasp was in front.
He reached out, gently hooked it, and the garment split in two.
Under the light, two clusters of softness instantly appeared before his eyes.
Moving his hand, he covered the softness that belonged only to him. Lucas Walker's kiss also descended from her neck, landing on her chest.
His movements were slow, delicate... yet they made her tremble uncontrollably in waves.
"Lucas..."
Reaching to grasp his arm, Ivana Bennett called his name in a hoarse voice.
"I'm here."
Kissing her, he responded somewhat indistinctly.
...
Only after she was completely ready did he carefully become one with her.
With one hand supporting the side of her head, he moved slowly, his gaze locked on her face, raising his finger to softly brush away her hair.
Lucas Walker gazed into her eyes, gently calling her name.
"Ivana?"
