Chapter Twenty Nine. Warning : Mature scene.

Zawadi was woken up by rays of sunshine pouring into Lucas's room. She groaned as she attempted to get out of bed but realized she couldn't since Lucas had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

She wiggled to get out of his grasp to no avail. After struggling for a few more seconds, she gave up.

She turned around to face Lucas, admiring him in his sleep. He truly was handsome, a masterpiece . He looked so peaceful, so calm. Like a child, with no worries whatsoever.

Unable to contain herself, she reached out and gently brushed her knuckles across his face. He stirred a bit but went back to sleep. She ran her fingers along his jaw and gave a triumphant smile when he shivered under her touch.

Then she suddenly got an idea. She pushed the comforter aside and straddled him and slowly brought her lips to his.

Just like she expected, he responded by hooking his arms around her neck and crushing her body to his. Still half asleep. "

He wasn't sure whether this was a dream or not. He floated with it, heat coursed through his body rushing towards his member.

He whispered Zawadi's name as he deepened the kiss. His mouth grew hungry, demanding and the angel of his dreams started taking form.

Long hair, big brown orbs, long neck, and her swollen lips that were a proof of their little make out session.

"Finally, the price awakes" Zawadi teased, she gave him one last peck on the lips before moving to lie beside him.

With a grin on his face, he turned to her.

"Good morning my love" he greeted moving to straddle her hips.

"Good morning, what are you doing? " Zawadi asked.

"Getting the most out of my morning. " he replied then captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

His lips were urgent, burning even, and she felt the fire move through her body right to her center.

On a moan Zawadi accepted the fire and him. Her mouth became mobile and seeking under his and her arms drew him impossibly closer, her nails digging into his back.

Lucas relaxed into the kiss and let himself enjoy. Her taste was enough to drive any man crazy, enough to drive him crazy.

And it did every time he tasted her. It terrified him how much control she had over him. He would give up anything for her.

Apart of him wanted to stand up from the bed and leave. Just to prove to her that he still could. But even he knew that he would never be able to do that.

Destiny, Zawadi thought dreamily. It was her destiny to meet Lucas. Otherwise how would one explain the fact that she bumped into him and not someone else on her way to the dinner that day?

Of course there was an explanation for it, but when has a woman in love ever listened to logic?

It had to be destiny.It was destiny. Zawadi decided.

Hadn't she felt a connection with him since their first encounter? She fell in love with him at first sight all that was left was for her to realize it. And now that she had, she knew just how wonderful it felt.

She ran her hands over his abs and grew bolder when she felt his quiver of response.

She moved her palms lower, resting them on his throbbing member. She gave a triumphant grin when he slightly jumped at her touch.

"Cupcake you are playing with fire. Be careful, you might get burn. " he warned.

"Maybe I do want to get burn" she replied.

"You don't know what you are... " he moaned loudly when she suddenly grabbed him, not so gently.

"What were you saying? " she teased.

"Two can play that game" he commented with a cheeky grin.

"It payback time" he commented as he moved to nibble at her ear.

She let out a shaky breath when he moved his hand under her shirt up to her chest.

Warm fingers brushed over the fullness of breasts and she whimpered at the feel of his hands on her skin.

His fingers continued their assault on her skin rubbing gently, teasing, but not taking the complete possession until she was a moaning mess under him.

He lowered his hands running his fingers down her skin until he reached the junction between her legs. He slowly let his mouth follow the same path.

"Lucas" she whispered.

"What is it cupcake? Not so bold anymore now are you" he teased.

"Please, I... " she began.

" You what cupcake? " he gave her an evil smirk.

She was beyond desperate by now. She needed some kind of friction. She tried to rub herself on him that wasn't enough.

She needed more and just when she was about to push more of herself to him, he got up. A smirk on his face.

"No" she almost screamed . She couldn't believe how needy she sounded. All for him. But at the moment she didn't care. She wanted him to continue.

To give her more, to give her all. But he just stood there, smirking at her.

Oh how much she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"What is it Cupcake " he mocked looking down at her.

She followed his gaze and realised she was bare to him. Her shirt was bunched above her breasts and her panties pushed to the side.

Embarased, she quickly drew her legs together and straightened her shirt. He just laughed at her.

"Cupcake you are just cute. " he complemented before laying a kiss on her now red cheeks.

" You are so unfair" she told him.

" Maybe, but you still love me. I'll make it up to you later. " he said.

"Really? " she asked with a newfound excitement.

"Of course. Just wait and see" he gathered her in his arms and laid them both down on the bed.

"I love you " she told him.

"And I love you, cupcake. Forever and always. " he replied.