Chapter 8

In Scarlett's Perspective:
It was already late at night. The moon was bright.
Moonlight shone on Lucas, and I could see his strong physique clearly.
We had been passionately entangled on the bed for a long time. But he still held me, demanding from me.
Every movement Lucas made caused his muscles to ripple lightly.
He kept kissing me, his tongue constantly exploring and plundering in my mouth. I almost couldn't breathe.
This fiery sensation was irresistible. My fingertips slid across Lucas's back, and he immediately thrust deeply into me.
"Scarlett," Lucas whispered my name, his heavy breathing falling into my ear.
I clung to his shoulders tightly, barely able to support myself.
"It's great." Lucas's possessiveness made me lose control, and I matched his movements forcefully, letting him fill me completely.
Lucas's body was hot and firm, each thrust feeling like it would tear me apart.
But soon, the pain was replaced by unparalleled pleasure.
This was so exhilarating. I had never felt so satisfied before.
My desire was strong. I couldn't refuse this pleasure, only responding instinctively to his movements.
My legs wrapped around Lucas's waist, feeling the rhythm of his hips.
Because of the intense motion, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but the pleasant scent of his body became even stronger.
Lucas was like a fierce wolf as if he would devour me at any moment.
"Do you like it?" Lucas teased my earlobe with his tongue, then slowly moved down to kiss my neck.
I could only respond to his stimulation with gasps and whimpers.
"I love it." I bit lightly on his collarbone, barely able to control myself, stammering out a few words.
Hearing my voice, Lucas thrusted harder, giving me no time to catch my breath.
My consciousness was almost taken away, and my sight became blurry.
Lucas wrapped around my waist with his arms, then he buried his face in my chest, sucking on my breasts.
This intense sensation almost made me faint. I felt like electrified.
"It felt so good." My fingertips pressed into Lucas's shoulders, my nails nearly breaking his skin.
Lucas held me silently, taking from me wildly. I was already lost in his embrace, enjoying this moment of pleasure.
I wanted more! I wanted everything from him!
"Baby, give it to me." I had no strength left to match his movements, but he seemed to have just gotten excited.
Lucas's stamina was much better than I had imagined.
His sudden, intense thrusts left me completely limp. I kept convulsing.
I could even feel the slippery, sticky liquid between my legs. Was it over? Or should we continue?
I half-opened my eyes, watching Lucas's continuous movements on top of me. He showed no signs of stopping, his hands braced against the bed.
I couldn't help but moan, gripping his arms tightly.
I had hopelessly fallen in love with this feeling!
"Do you still remember who I am?" Lucas leaned down to my ear, his heavy breathing mixed with his words.
Of course, I knew! How could I be making love with a stranger?
Lucas's movements didn't stop; instead, they became more intense. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't steady my breath.
I wanted to tell him I knew he was Lucas, but he didn't give me the chance. My body shook with his movements, my sensitive areas inside being constantly hit.
Before I could make a sound, Lucas kissed my lips deeply as if he wanted to devour me.
I was about to be absorbed into him, the pleasure and suffocation alternating.
Something felt off this time; it seemed like he was scared of something. Was he afraid I would walk away? But I wouldn't - I stood by my decisions.
With our tongues entwined, I could hear Lucas's low breathing. His kiss was like an endless vortex, pulling me into his emotions.
This was terrifying; Lucas's plundering continued. If this went on, I would pass out.
His kiss lasted a long time, so long that I forgot to breathe.
Finally, he let go of me and gently kissed my forehead.
"Baby, enjoy this moment." Lucas's voice was soft, but the scent of his hormones was overwhelmingly strong.
Saying this, he held me in his arms again, thrusting fiercely into my body.
"I know." I used the last bit of my strength to hold Lucas's face and said, "I always knew you were Lucas."
Lucas's eyes were always so beautiful—deep green, like two incredibly gorgeous emeralds, shining brightly in the moonlight.
Did he think I was so out of it that I couldn't tell who he was? No way.
My body had reached its limit, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
If I told him to stop, he would definitely comply, but this feeling made it impossible for me to say no.
I was still waiting for Lucas to continue, but he suddenly stopped.
I wondered, 'What happened? What was going on?'
Lucas stopped so suddenly. It didn't seem like he had cummed.
Did he not want me to remember him?
As my mind spun in chaos and my body weighed heavily, on the brink of losing consciousness, I faintly sensed warmth. A drop of liquid landed on the back of my hand.
I closed my eyes, wanting to open them to see, but I couldn't. My body felt heavier as if I were sinking to the bottom of a lake.
After that, I didn't know what happened.
When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
The sound of water came from the bathroom.
Exhausted, I crawled out of bed, rubbing my still-dazed head.
Did I do something last night? Why was I so tired?
Immediately, the blush-inducing memories of last night flooded my mind. My hand, rubbing my head, stopped in mid-air. Was there something wrong with my memory? Would I do something so outrageous?
Looking at my body, the scenes from last night became clearer.
So, I had sex with Lucas?
If there were a hole in the ground, I would definitely crawl into it!
Just as I was at a loss, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Lucas walked out of the bathroom.
His hair was wet, and a towel was wrapped around his waist, just enough to cover his important parts.
"Are you awake?" Lucas looked at me as he dried his hair with a towel.
I had never noticed before, but Lucas had a remarkable physique—smooth skin and strong muscles, with only a few noticeable scars. 
Lucas's body was nearly perfect.