Chapter 1
After their reunion, Sirucas Sinclair and Evelyn Lawson found themselves entangled once more, as if the world outside had faded into nothing but a distant memory. They never defined their relationship; they didn’t need to. A meaningful glance, a cryptic text message—these alone spoke volumes in their secret language. The golden hues of the setting sun draped over the bustling Crown Business District, painting everything in warm shades as autumn whispered its farewell. Evelyn stood in a high-rise office, gazing down at the streets below. Cars flowed like rivers, and pedestrians surged like a tide towards the horizon. She pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the screen to send a message: "Are you on duty today?" ——Not on duty. What do you want to eat? Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully: "Without duty, it’s so boring." "Oh..." Sirucas replied with understanding, "Then I’ll switch shifts; you can come visit me tonight." ——What for? ——To have a little fun. Evelyn's lips curled into a smile as she read those words, her heart skipping a beat. Satisfied, she set her phone down, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She tilted her head back, watching the vibrant sunset transition from fiery orange to deep crimson, meeting the indigo sky in a breathtaking embrace. Hours later, in the dimness of the Doctor's Quarters, muffled breaths and quiet moans echoed. The room only had one lamp lit, casting shadows across scattered textbooks, leftover snacks, and scribbled notes amidst a chaotic mix of medical papers. On a plush, dark red couch lay a delicate jacket, while a sheer stocking lay abandoned on the floor, leading to a barely closed doorway where another pair of red heels had fallen, creating an alluring scene. Another heel dangled from the foot of a woman, her enticing figure caught midway as she knelt beside the bed. The atmosphere was charged, electric, pulsing with the rhythm of their bodies. Sirucas gripped her, his hands exploring the curves of her body, bringing forth soft cries of pleasure as they moved together, lost in their wild passion. “Aah… Be gentle! You’re going to ruin me…” she begged, as sensations overwhelmed her, feeling the pressure building within. “Not there!” she gasped, her body tensing as she sensed the intense push from behind. With a swift motion, he pulled her up, forcing her to face him, her breath mingling with the heat of desire and forbidden thrills. The night's fervor enveloped them, weaving an elaborate tapestry of longing and need. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, overwhelming yet exhilarating, as if she were drowning in an ocean of ecstasy, crashing against the jagged cliffs of passion. Finally, as the storm reached its peak, she slid down, surrendering to the embrace of the moment, still offering herself as he continued to enjoy the fruits of their shared frenzy. Amid the warmth and dampness of their entwined forms, he could no longer hold back; with one last primal roar, he surrendered completely, pouring every tension of the week into their shared intimacy, filling her with a sense of ultimate connection that transcended mere physical existence.
Chapter 2
The mingling fluids of Evelyn Lawson and Lucas Sinclair seeped through the crevices of the cavern, trailing down his still-erect shaft to dampen her abdomen and soak the bedsheets beneath. Lucas remained buried inside Evelyn, their limbs entwined. "What made you want to ravish me tonight?" Evelyn's eyes fluttered shut, her short hair plastered to her forehead from sweat. Exhausted from Lucas's thorough lovemaking, she sank lazily into the sheets, not wanting to move a muscle. "I craved you after a week of abstinence." Lucas adored Evelyn in this state—whip-smart and commanding at work, uninhibited and sultry in bed. "Then I have no choice but to satisfy that hungry mouth of yours." He flipped her over, his semi-flaccid member slipping out of her sensitive flesh, drawing a tremble. Evelyn's legs wrapped around his lean waist, her swollen, inflamed skin pressing against him. In the dim orange light, everything was both hazy and clear. Lucas sealed her lips with a kiss, their tongues dancing and entwining, saliva trailing down the corners of their mouths. After a prolonged kiss, he drew back slightly, a string of their combined fluids still connecting them. "Did you miss me while I was away?" Evelyn's half-closed almond eyes gleamed with post-coital satisfaction. She teased the dark peaks at his chest with her delicate, red-nailed fingers. "I thought about us on the balcony, on the beach, in the pool, in the bathroom..." Her voice was thick and smoky, still hoarse from their passion. Lucas's blood boiled at the memories. The mere recollection of their trysts in those places reignited his fire. "So you couldn't wait to return to get more, huh?" He whispered breathlessly into her ear, his crisp breath tickling her earlobe. Evelyn, victorious, moved her hips, her slick entrance seeking and enveloping the smooth head of his member. "Mmm..." She bit her lip, the friction of his shaft heightening her pleasure. "I thought we hadn't tried it in your office yet... so here I am." Lucas's resolve snapped, his rational mind drowned out by carnal desire. He knelt between her legs, thrusting with fervor, reclaiming control. "So depraved. How will you live without this?" The room, shrouded in deeper darkness, couldn't mask the warmth of their sinuous embrace. They were like two parched travelers finding a spring, nourishing each other, replenishing each other. The fervent fervor between them flipped every switch. Lucas lifted Evelyn's legs onto his shoulders, plunging into her deeply. Evelyn arched her back, her body welcoming him with abandon. "Ah... so good... faster, please..." Lucas couldn't hold back any longer. Though he had come once already, Evelyn's allure shattered his restraint. He surrendered completely to the depths of her body. "Ah... don't bite..." he groaned, the slow withdrawal extending their shared bliss. Evelyn, pouting playfully, whimpered, "I couldn't help it." With that, she mischievously clenched around him, triggering another wave of ecstasy. The moon hid behind the clouds, and night grew deeper and colder, but no chill could penetrate the heat of their shared moment.
Chapter 3
Upon their first encounter, they tangled twice, quenching their long-deprived thirst. Evelyn Lawson, bare and unabashed, strutted away, gathering her clothes scattered on the floor. Her body moved with grace, the remnants of their passion trickling down her thighs and even staining the plush carpet. In Lucas Sinclair's presence, shame seemed a foreign concept to her. Without concern, she slipped on her underwear, her midsection full of his essence, and began methodically pulling on her stockings while seated on the couch. Lucas Sinclair adjusted his glasses, dressed in his Byron White suit, before turning to catch a provocative sight of Evelyn. His throat tightened, swallowing involuntarily. He approached her with measured steps. "Leaving already?" he asked. Evelyn, focused on her clothes, sensed no impending threat. "Yeah, what else?" she replied, oblivious. In a heartbeat, Lucas wrapped his arms around Evelyn and placed her on the desk, tearing her stockings and moving her panties aside. His neatly trimmed fingers found their way inside her. "So reluctant to let me go. You’re holding onto my essence." "Lucas, you maniac, what are you doing?" Evelyn retorted, flailing her limbs helplessly. As his fingers continued to explore, her body responded with a mix of pleasure and release, soaking the papers beneath her. These were Lucas’s documents, marred by Evelyn's liquids, the ink smudging on the once pristine pages. She sat there, legs adorned with torn stockings and her intimate parts still tender, yet she couldn’t help but respond to his invasive touch. Lucas’s eyes, dark and intense, matched his actions as he revealed himself, his erection pulsating, the veins prominent like a serpent ready to strike, plunging into her without hesitation, binding them in a relentless rhythm. “Take it,” Lucas muttered, his words scarce but his intent clear, focused solely on delivering ecstasy. They were both fully clothed, yet intimately joined. His breadth swelled further with her arousal, smoothing out every fold within her. Evelyn braced herself, her legs wrapped around his waist, her head tossed back in moans. “Ah... yes... Lucas...” “Hmm,” came his succinct response. “I just... can’t let you go...” Her breathy whispers broke up, her pleasure evident as tears welled in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “We... have to part again...” Evelyn murmured, gently nibbling on Lucas’s collarbone, her favorite spot. “Never... We’ll never be apart again,” Lucas replied, kissing her earlobe, her hidden sensitive spot, sending shivers through her. Evelyn drowned in the sea that was Lucas Sinclair, their combined lust and love culminating in a swift, forceful climax. Cooperating with his movements, Evelyn clutched him tighter. “... I’m leaving tomorrow,” she gasped. “Wait for me,” Lucas whispered, his lips trailing from her ear to her cheek, planting feather-light kisses along the way, wiping away her sorrow-filled tears. “Wait for me, Evelyn, we’ll be together…” Pleasure built between them, traveling up her spine, lighting her brain in a dazzling display. Fireworks erupted in the night of her mind, and Evelyn clung to Lucas, completely open and vulnerable, lost in pure release, her thoughts drifting back to seven years prior. That spring day, vibrant with life, she lost Lucas Sinclair, as if a mermaid turning into ephemeral foam, returning to the sea and never seeing her prince again.
Chapter 4
It was a restless afternoon for Evelyn Lawson as she stressed over her upcoming exams. The pressure was mounting, and the thought of math sent her spiraling. Those equations and symbols felt like an alien language, incomprehensible and daunting. Math class was mundane torture, and whenever her classmates started discussing equations, Evelyn found herself drifting off, lulled into sleep by the sound of their voices. Outside, the cicadas sang their relentless chorus, and the dogwoods were in full bloom. While the world went on, Evelyn's mind wandered to carefree days filled with joy and innocence. At five years old, her brother, Ryan Vance, had yet to move out. He often invited her and their friends over. Lucas Sinclair had a twin sister named Lydia, who was notorious for her sharp tongue. Lydia would frequently berate Lucas for being late, making it sound like him being born a minute after her was the greatest injustice. However, when things went wrong, she would rarely blame her older brother, who was just a minute older. Lydia, at four, had developed a crush on the six-year-old Xavier Woods, declaring she wanted to marry him. Poor Xavier didn't know how to react and turned to Lucas, tearfully asking for advice. It was then that Lucas cheekily said, "Hey, consider yourself lucky to have a girl like my sister interested in you!" To which Xavier whimpered, "Can I trade ten pounds for a way out of this situation?" The four children, all about the same age, lived in a cozy neighborhood, and their hero was none other than Ryan's grandfather. Ryan, already in middle school, had grown up mostly with his grandmother and grandfather after his parents went their separate ways. His grandfather was an elderly artist with a long beard and hair that could be tied into a gray ponytail. His collection of antiques and artworks was like a treasure trove, often drawing the curious eyes of Ryan's friends. Ryan's grandfather would entertain the kids by painting colorful watercolor scenes—a world where creatures soared in the skies, roamed across the land, and even some fantastical beings from wild stories would spring to life on paper. “Ryan's grandpa, I want a monster that can catch fairies,” Lucas said, sitting happily on the old man's knee. “Fairies and monsters are trouble,” Evelyn chimed in. “You should paint a fairy for me instead!” “Sure thing, I'll paint both!” Ryan’s grandfather chuckled, enveloping the children with warm affection as he dipped his brush and began creating. “When you all grow up, what do you want to be?” “I want to be a fairy!” Evelyn announced with a grin that sparked laughter from the others. Ryan’s grandfather roared with laughter, treating her childish whimsy as humor. “Then I’ll be the monster that catches fairies,” Lucas declared, brandishing an imaginary sword. “To protect the innocent!” Suddenly, Evelyn burst into tears, overwhelmed by emotion, rolling around on the ground in despair. Lucas couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh at the sight. In the midst of their playful chaos, Ryan's grandfather looked on with a fond smile, his eyes full of love and nostalgia. “Ugh, ow.” Evelyn jolted back to reality as a piece of chalk hit her, snapping her out of her daydream. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up and glanced nervously at Ms. Mercer, who was shooting her a stern look. She opened her practice book and held it up to shield her eyes, whispering to her desk partner, “What page are we on?” Lydia, busy taking notes, quirked a smile at her. “Welcome back to the land of the living. What were you dreaming about?” “...Monsters,” Evelyn mumbled reluctantly, gazing at the scribbled equations on the page that looked like twisted hieroglyphs. If Evelyn really were a fairy, she thought, maybe she’d be the kind that would only bring trouble for herself. From childhood to adolescence, Lucas always believed this.
Chapter 5
Evelyn Lawson had always been like a shadow to Lucas Sinclair, her unyielding spirit often sparking confrontation, especially when she stood up to anyone who dared to challenge her. With her sharp tongue and formidable logic, she was the undisputed champion of debate in their narrow alley neighborhood. By the time Lucas turned fifteen, he couldn’t help but view Evelyn as somewhat of an enchantress—captivating in an almost ethereal way. Her curves had become more pronounced, her hourglass figure vibrant with youthful energy, making his heart race unexpectedly. Evelyn was blissfully unaware of their nagging social boundaries. She often lounged in his room wearing nothing but a tank top and casual shorts, sprawled comfortably on the sofa, completely engrossed in her comic books. Licking an ice pop, she twirled it around playfully with her tongue. Lucas felt a heat rise within him, and in a desperate attempt to cool off, he cranked down the air conditioning. “Hey, Lucas, it’s freezing in here!” she shot him a glare, her wide-set eyes accented by her single-lidded lashes, which only amplified her charm to him. He forced himself to focus on his homework, muttering, “If you’re cold, maybe you should go back to your own room.” Evelyn huffed disdainfully. “Please! I came to see Lydia, but since she's not here, I guess I’ll endure this dump,” she said, tossing a stray shirt over her legs. Lucas had often found himself vacillating on the definition of a straight-A student; if there was one, he might just embody it. During the school assembly, when Director Faulkner invited him and Professor Matthews to share their success stories with over thirty pairs of eyes, Lucas couldn’t help but admire Professor Matthews’ smooth storytelling—his lies told in an effortless tone. “He reviews material quite diligently at home. We’re all so busy, yet he remains self-motivated,” Professor Matthews remarked, smiling lightly, but unauthentically. Lucas rolled his eyes internally. Sure, his mom had a demanding job, but Professor Matthews wielded his power in the corporate world with no consideration for home life. Lucas knew that when he returned home, his realm was that of video games and animated worlds, something which Professor Matthews preferred to ignore entirely. “Don’t forget to thank Director Faulkner for the guidance; classmates can always come to us for help,” Lucas responded awkwardly, trying not to bite his nails. He was keen on helping his peers, especially given his extensive collection of films at home. But when it came to test scores, he never felt the need to disclose his answers. He preferred to toss his solutions onto scraps of paper and let fate decide who could understand them. Except for one person. “Thanks, Big Home,” Professor Matthews nodded respectfully, flashing a formulaic smile as the applause echoed through the assembly hall, leading Lucas down from the stage beside him. “Sinclair!” Cassandra Lightwing squeezed her way through the crowd, her high-heeled boots clicking on the floor as she approached with a rolled-up piece of her daughter’s test paper. “Congratulations! You’ve done it again, top of your class! Come over tonight; I made some pastries to celebrate.” “Thanks, Aunt Cassandra,” Lucas replied, a bright smile illuminating his face as he sensed more praise coming. “Could you also help Evelyn with her assignment?” she added, glancing at her daughter’s test scores with a throbbing headache. Bingo. That was the moment he was waiting for. Lucas felt like a cat who had snagged the cream as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. Once home, Lucas patiently explained the concepts again, but Evelyn, after chewing on her pencil and staring at the problems for an eternity, still shook her head in defeat. “I can’t get it! There's no magic trick for this question!” Lucas lost a bit of his cool, exasperated. “You can’t just stare at it! Use your brain!” Evelyn, her frustration bubbling over, tossed her pencil, kicked the table, and pouted, “I can’t! Let’s do something fun instead!” With that, she nonchalantly draped herself over his legs. “C’mon, Evelyn, this won’t get you to a top school!” he chided, guiding her hand away. Her expression fell, his words hitting her like a deflated balloon, and she repositioned herself at her desk, sulking—caught in a battle between geometrical concepts and her self-doubt. Lucas inhaled deeply, struggling to quell the heated desires rising within him.
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