Ella felt the heat between them intensify as Lucien deepened the kiss, his hands cupping her face, fingers tangling in her hair. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate bubble. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating against hers, and a shiver of excitement coursed through her as he pressed her back against the wall.
“Lucien,” she breathed, her heart racing as he kissed a trail down her neck, each soft brush of his lips igniting a fire within her. She tilted her head to give him better access, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.
He pulled back slightly, his stormy grey eyes darkened with desire as they locked onto hers. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re everything to me, Ella.”
A rush of warmth flooded her chest at his words. “I feel the same way,” she admitted, her breath hitching as he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over hers. “Being with you feels so right.”
With a sudden surge of boldness, Ella wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, crashing their lips together once more. This kiss was different—more urgent, filled with the heat of their unspoken desires. Lucien responded immediately, deepening the kiss as he lifted her off the ground and cradled her against him, their bodies pressing together tightly.
She could feel the hardness of his body against hers, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Lucien's hands explored her back, pulling her closer as he carried her to the bed, their mouths never parting.
He laid her down gently, hovering above her, his gaze fierce and filled with longing. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his thumb brushing across her cheek. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Ella felt a rush of exhilaration at his words, her pulse racing as he kissed her again, a mix of tenderness and hunger that left her breathless. She could feel the warmth of his body against her, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he pressed into her. She reveled in the intimacy of the moment, every kiss and touch igniting her senses.
“Lucien,” she whispered between kisses, her fingers running along his jawline. “I want you to take me... I want to feel all of you.”
His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and determination. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with an intensity that sent thrills through her.
“I’m sure,” she replied, her heart racing with anticipation. “I want this. I want you.”
With a fierce urgency, Lucien captured her lips once more, his hands moving to explore her body as he pressed into her. Ella gasped against him, lost in the sensations coursing through her as he worshipped her with every kiss, every caress. The world outside melted away, and all that existed was the intoxicating chemistry between them.
As their bodies entwined, Ella surrendered completely to the moment, embracing the passion and connection that pulsed between them. In that dimly lit room, they were lost in a dance of desire, each kiss a promise of what was to come. Lucien’s presence enveloped her, igniting a fire that left her breathless, and she knew they were bound together in a way that was both exhilarating and profound.
James stood hidden in the shadows of Ella’s home, his heart pounding with a mix of rage and jealousy as he watched Lucien and Ella wrapped up in each other, completely lost in their passionate embrace. The sight of them together ignited a burning fury within him, twisting his gut as he clenched his fists, feeling as though the walls were closing in around him.
He had tried to win her over, but here she was, surrendering herself to Lucien, the man he despised more than anyone else. **Lucien had everything—strength, power, and Ella’s heart.** The realization sent a dark wave of jealousy coursing through him, turning his thoughts from infatuation to obsession. He had never truly accepted that Ella had chosen Lucien, but now witnessing their intimate moments only fueled his desire to reclaim her.
“**You think you can just take her from me?**” he hissed under his breath, his voice barely a whisper, filled with venomous rage. He felt a primal urge to intervene, to break up their blissful moment and remind Ella of the “real” love he believed they could share.
As he watched them, he could see how Lucien’s hands roamed over Ella’s body, exploring every curve with a reverence that only heightened his anger. **Lucien was everything James was not—confident, experienced, and utterly unfazed by the world around him.** The contrast made James feel small, impotent, and desperate.
“**I’ll make you regret this, Lucien,**” James muttered, his mind racing with schemes and plans, each more twisted than the last. He needed to show Ella that Lucien was dangerous, that he was not the man he pretended to be. If he could just plant the right seeds of doubt, he could reclaim her affection and destroy Lucien in the process.
His fists tightened further as he watched the way Ella's face lit up with joy, the way she melted under Lucien’s touch. It was a sight he couldn’t bear. **His heart raced with thoughts of revenge.**
In that moment, a dark determination took root within him. He wouldn’t let Lucien have her, not now, not ever. James turned on his heel, leaving the shadows with a plan in mind. He would do whatever it took to make Lucien suffer for stealing Ella away, to expose him for the monster he believed he was.
As he stepped into the night, the thrill of vengeance coursed through him, overshadowing the pain of rejection. He would not stop until he reclaimed what he believed was rightfully his.
No wonder he was so protective of her, James thought bitterly, wincing as the memory of the brutal beating Lucien's men had given him flashed through his mind. The pain still throbbed in his body, a constant reminder of Lucien's power and the lengths he would go to in order to keep Ella safe.
James had underestimated Lucien, thinking he could charm his way into Ella’s heart while ignoring the fact that Lucien was not just a best friend to her father, but a man who would do anything to protect her, including turning violent against anyone who dared to threaten that safety.
“**I can’t believe I let myself get caught in that trap,**” he muttered to himself, recalling the pain of his broken ribs and bruised ego. He had walked into that confrontation expecting to assert his dominance, to remind Lucien of his place. But instead, he had found himself at the mercy of men who were far more ruthless than he could ever have imagined.
**Lucien’s loyalty to Ella was as fierce as it was unwavering,** and that only fueled James’s resentment. He could still hear their mocking laughter echoing in his mind, the way they had pushed him around, their fists landing heavy against his flesh as they warned him to stay away from Ella. “**You’re lucky we didn’t break your neck,**” they had said, their eyes cold and devoid of pity.
James clenched his fists, a wave of anger washing over him. **If Lucien thought he could scare him off, he was dead wrong.** The more Lucien pushed, the more determined James became to claim Ella for himself. He wouldn’t back down just because Lucien was a formidable opponent.
“**I’ll show you,**” he vowed silently, his jaw tightening. **He would find a way to turn Ella against Lucien, to expose him for the monster he believed he truly was.** All it would take was a little effort to plant the right doubts in her mind.
As he walked away from the house, the resolve hardened within him. **He would make Lucien pay, and in the process, he would reclaim Ella.** The thought of her sweetness in his arms, her laughter ringing in his ears, was enough to fuel his ambition. **James was not finished yet.**
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Whispers in Secret
Romance*** A Steamy Romance *** Ella Montgomery is a fiercely determined law student at Oxford University, juggling her ambitious studies while harboring an undeniable secret crush on Lucien Storm, her father's charismatic best friend. From the moment she...
