You Hit My Heart

Chapter 2029: Lost in the Steam

Time seemed to languidly pass by as Luther took a short nap. Normally, he didn't need to sleep for long to rejuvenate. After a brief rest, he felt the warmth and softness on his lips, a gentle, moist sensation. He knew what was happening but chose to keep his eyes closed, feeling Joyce stealing kisses from him.

Kissing him mischievously, sometimes lightly brushing his lip corners with her fingers, sometimes touching his lips with her own, or playfully flicking her tongue against him. Luther found it amusing, not knowing Joyce had such a playful side.

Just as she was enjoying herself, Luther suddenly grabbed her wrist and opened his sharp eyes. Surprise flitted across Joyce's face; she thought he was sound asleep. She was caught in the act.

"What are you doing, madam?" Luther teased, holding her wrist firmly. Joyce blushed, trying to come up with an excuse to escape the awkward situation.

Luther suddenly flipped her onto the sofa, pressing her down. The soft cushions sank under his weight. "Lighting a fire and planning to run away without putting it out?" He smirked mischievously, then leaned in to capture her lips in a deep, unreserved kiss. Compared to Joyce's playful pecks, he was a force of nature, exploring every corner, entwining their tongues in a whirlwind of passion.

Joyce was breathless, feeling the fire building within him. Unable to break free from his hold, she found herself at a loss. And then, he stripped away the last bit of fabric covering her chest. Taken aback, Joyce pushed him away, exclaiming, "Hey, let go, not now. We're running out of time; we need to go, or we'll be late for our guests."

Struggling to compose herself, she hastily dressed while scolding him, "Can't you control yourself? A simple kiss makes you lose control. What happened to your supposed self-restraint?" Luther, pretending to be offended, retorted, "I've been busy these days, holding back for so long. Can't I lose control now?"

As Joyce tried to leave, Luther gasped in her ear, "Behave, I'll let go, promise not to continue."

"Get lost," Joyce snapped, pushing him away. How could he act so shamelessly?

Frustrated, she dressed quickly, grumbling about his lack of self-control. Luther, watching her, felt amused by her frustration. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her back into his arms. "Since the children, I've had no time or opportunity to be close to you. You leave me alone in an empty bed while you sleep in Wilson and Cullen's rooms. Think about my feelings."

Joyce's elegant facade crumbled, realizing the words 'alone in an empty bed' were meant to tug at a woman's heartstrings. But she retorted, "Hey, taking care of the children is my duty. Do you, at your age, stil need my company?"

Embracing her, Luther insisted, "Children are children, and you and I are different. I need companionship too. Can you not consider my feelings as well?"

Joyce paused, realizing she also needed to consider his feelings.

Ignoring her protests, Luther whispered in her ear, "Help me, please. Tonight, let's have some quality time together. Something new."

With that, he pressed her head downwards, lost in carnal desire.

As the room fell silent, heavy breathing the only sound, Joyce hurried off to freshen up. The cool water on her face did little to quench the fire still burning within her. Meanwhile, Luther, standing before the mirror, composed himself, looking dapper and calm. It was hard to imagine the beast that lurked beneath moments before. Glaring at him, Joyce vowed never again to provoke him lightly; it never led to a good outcome. Luther, sensing her annoyance, smirked and lovingly embraced her. "See, I kept my promise, didn't take too long. Shall we continue tonight? I'd love a repeat performance."

The intense experience left Luther craving for more, despite the momentary satisfaction.

Irritated, Joyce prepared to storm off, but Luther playfully bit her ear, teasing, "Darling, your skills are impressive. I couldn't hold out too long."

Fuming, Joyce felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. How could he be so shameless?

Trying to contain her anger, she turned to leave, Luther holding her hand gently. "Come on, my lady. It's too late now; don't blame me for delaying us. We must go."

Joyce seethed silently, her patience wearing thin. She was at a loss for words on how to handle his shamelessness. Luther chuckled, leading her out of the room, leaving Joyce speechless and seething with frustration.