Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 332

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Please Come Back, My Love

hapter 332

Sophia’s POV

I looped my arms around Lucas’s neck, pulling him close until our breaths mingled. My lips found his–soft, deliberate–and I poured every ounce of false

sweetness into that kiss.

“What angle?” I whispered against his mouth, letting my fingers trail down his chest. There’s no trick here, Lucas. I just want to please you.”

His eyes searched mine, skeptical but hungry, I could see the war in him–suspicion battling desire.

1 reached for my phone on the side table, scrolling to the playlist I’d queued earlier. R&B Deep bass. The kind of music that made bodies move without permission.

I hit play, and the opening notes filled the room–slow, seductive, dripping with sensuality.

The rhythm pulsed through me as I stepped back, giving him space to watch. I rolled my hips, letting the music guide me, my hands sliding up my thighs, over my waist, cupping my own breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

I turned, giving him my back, and looked over my shoulder. Caught his gaze. Held it.

His jaw tightened. “You’re really bringing it tonight.”

I smiled–slow, promising–and swayed closer. My hands lifted above my head, fingers threading through my hair as I moved in front of him.

The dress clung to every curve, riding up as I dipped low, then rose again.

“Come here,” I said, voice husky.

He stood, and I reached for his hand, pulling him into the rhythm with me. His palms found my waist, gripping tight as we moved together. The heat of his body pressed against mine, his breath hot against my neck.

“You’ve got my attention,” he murmured, voice rough.

I turned in his arms, pressing my back to his chest, grinding against him in time with the beat. His hands slid up my sides, over my ribs, and felt the zipper at my back give way. The dress loosened, the straps slipping off my shoulders.

He peeled it down slowly–torturously–letting the fabric whisper over my skin until it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it, standing there in nothing but black lace and the hidden maxi pad I prayed he wouldn’t notice.

His eyes darkened, raking over me like I was something he owned. “Fuck, Sophia.”

He pulled me back against him, one arm banding across my ribs while his other hand slid up, fingers splaying possessively over my stomach. I could feel how hard he was, pressing into the small of my back.

We moved together, his hips grinding against mine, his mouth finding my shoulder, my neck. His hand rose higher, cupping my breast through the lace, thumb brushing over my nipple until it peaked.

Lift your arms,” he commanded.

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Chapter 332

I she–raising them above my head. He caught both wrists in one hand, pinning them there while his other hand yanked down my bra, freeing my breasts. The cool all hit my skin, and then his mouth was on me hot, wet, demanding.

I gasped as he sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. My body betrayed me, arching into him even as my mind screamed to pull away.

He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, his tongue circling, his teeth nipping just hard enough to make me shudder.

His free hand roamed lower, skimming over my waist, gripping my ass, pulling me tighter against hire. His mouth followed the path of his hand–kissing, biting, licking down my ribs, over my stomach, the curve of my hip.

When his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, I stiffened.

“Wait-” I pulled back slightly, forcing a coy smile. “I’m… I’m on my period.”

His expression shifted. A flash of irritation crossed his face, his jaw tightening. “Then why the hell are you dressed like this?” His voice was sharp. “If you’re

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