PREGNANT BUT REJECTED AS A BILLIONAIRE WIFE

This morning, Lucas woke up earlier. Slowly opening his eyes, he found Deasy still sound asleep in his embrace.

For a moment, Lucas broke into a wide smile. Somehow, there was a surge of happiness in his heart. Like there was something that made him want to keep smiling. Perhaps it was the effect of last night’s lovemaking, or maybe he was starting to feel something deeper for Deasy.

Continuing to gaze, Lucas brought his hand up, gently pushing aside the scattered strands of hair on her face. Then, he softly stroked her cheek, moving down and stopping right at Deasy’s swollen lips. Of course, this was because of his relentless kissing and nibbling from the night before.

“Lucas…”

The hoarse voice came from Deasy, who had just awakened from Lucas’s touch. She slowly opened her eyes, realizing that she was under the same blanket as Lucas, and startled, she quickly sat up, covering herself with the blanket.

“I-uh… we… last night we already…”

“Shh…” Lucas whispered immediately. He looked intently, nodding. “I know. If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to discuss it. I won’t bring it up, and if needed, I’ll forget it so you can feel comfortable.”

Lucas tried to reassure Deasy. He knew that she might be feeling embarrassed or uneasy, especially since she had been quite aggressive last night, taking the initiative and openly inviting Lucas to be intimate.

Meanwhile, Deasy felt uneasy. After all, she had initiated everything last night. So why did she now feel like someone who lacked self-control?

If she thought about it, what was Lucas lacking? He was kind, attentive, gentle, and always there for her. Career-wise, he was also successful. It was just his appearance that had bothered Deasy from the beginning.

But when she thought about it again, Lucas was quite proportional. He had a tall, well-built body, fair skin, a broad chest, and even a chiseled abdomen.

As Veronicahad said some time ago, “Oh, Des, looks can be improved. No matter how unattractive someone is, with the right makeover, even someone who looks like a catfish can become a Korean oppa. Especially Lucas. If you look at him as a whole, he’s actually handsome. It’s just his style that needs a makeover. Try asking him to ditch those thick glasses and change his middle-parted hair to an undercut or a spiked style, and he’ll look great. The rest can be taken care of by a beauty doctor.”

Veronica’s words made sense. If Deasy was embarrassed by Lucas’s appearance, there was no harm in gradually giving him a makeover.

Moreover, Deasy felt very comfortable with him. Most importantly, he was the first man who had touched her body, and vice versa. So why not accept his proposal for marriage? After all, she was currently pregnant with Lucas’s child. If getting married seemed too early, they could explore the possibility for a month or two.

“Des…” Lucas said when he noticed Deasy was lost in thought while sitting up. “What’s wrong? Oh, or perhaps you’re uncomfortable with me here? If so, I apologize, and I’ll leave.”

Lucas prepared to get out of bed. Just as he was about to leave the covers, Deasy stopped him and shook her head.

“No,” she said softly. “I’m not uncomfortable with you here.”

“Then?”

“I’m just thinking about what we both did last night.”

“About that-”

“Yes, Luc,” Deasy interrupted. “It’s not your fault at all. I’ve always been the one to invite you before. That’s why I’m thinking about it now.”

“Thinking about what?”

“About your promise to take responsibility and marry me.”

Lucas was taken aback. He never expected that on this cold morning, Deasy would suddenly bring up the topic of marriage. Could it be that their lovemaking last night had finally melted her resistance and changed her mind?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“And… are you okay with marrying me?”

Deasy shook her head, and her answer left Lucas puzzled. If she didn’t agree to get married, what did she want now?

“I think… it would be better if we get to know each other first.”

“Meaning like dating? Getting to know each other first?”

Deasy nodded repeatedly, confirming what Lucas had just said.

“I just want to make sure that my decision is right and that I won’t regret it later. This is about marriage, Luc. I don’t want it to fail and regret it.”

“No problem,” Lucas replied with a smile. “From the beginning, I’ve given you the freedom to choose, Des. Whether you accept or decline my marriage proposal, I’ll still take responsibility for the baby you’re carrying. But if you want to slowly build a relationship now, that’s fine too. Take your time. When you’re ready, I’ll propose and marry you.”

Deasy agreed with a nod. A moment later, she pulled Lucas closer and hugged him without hesitation. For some reason, she had found a new habit that made her feel comfortable and safe.

“I-uh…”

“Yes?”

“Can I… can I hug you?”

Lucas smiled, allowing Deasy to hug him for a while. Then, after a brief moment, he lowered his head, gently cupping Deasy’s chin, asking her to look at him.

“Let alone a hug, you ask for anything else, and I’ll give it to you,” Deasy replied with a smile. Especially when Lucas, for the umpteenth time without warning, and without much talking, immediately disappeared into her lips in a deep, demanding kiss. He slowly savored the softness that Deasy’s lips offered him.

As they continued to kiss, Lucas’s hand began to move again. It slipped under the blanket and cupped one of Deasy’s visibly full and firm breasts. He massaged it gently and tenderly, causing Deasy to become increasingly restless.

Not content with just playing there, Lucas’s lips moved again. He lowered his face slightly and stopped at one of Deasy’s exposed breasts. He gave it a brief kiss before gently sucking on it.

“Luc…”

Lucas smiled broadly as he heard Deasy sigh his name. Especially when she seemed to grow more restless and agitated, feeling all the temptations and adoration he had been offering her since earlier.

Lucas’s exploration continued. He continued to suck on one breast, then moved to the other. Meanwhile, his hand took the initiative again. It moved downward, slipping under the blanket and stopping at Deasy’s inner thigh. With great tenderness, Lucas caressed her there. Moments later, his fingers deliberately ventured into the tantalizingly sensitive area, moving up and down. It started slowly, gradually increasing in speed, and then gently applying pressure, causing Deasy to moan again.

“Luc, stop. Don’t play around like this,” Deasy’s voice sounded husky. Her chest heaved as she tried to control the waves of desire that were overwhelming her, while Lucas looked up. He released his lips from Deasy’s breast, then smiled broadly.

“Why, do you feel uncomfortable?” he asked, intentionally teasing.

Deasy nodded immediately. She reached out her hand and pulled Lucas closer to her.

“Can we just get to the point?”

Lucas laughed heartily. He happily granted Deasy’s request, slowly pulling her legs apart and then slowly joining her. They paused for a moment as he entered her fully and filled her.

Believing that Deasy was now comfortable, Lucas began to move slowly. His hands continued to squeeze both of Deasy’s breasts simultaneously. This action drove Deasy almost insane.

Moans continued to escape from Deasy’s lips as Lucas continued to move gently on top of her. She could feel Lucas growing larger and fuller with each movement. They continued to move, racing toward the pleasure they both sought. Until finally, Deasy and Lucas reached the same point, where they felt entranced, floating, and finally sinking into boundless pleasure.

“From now on, you’re mine, Des. I won’t let any other man get close to you, let alone touch you,” Lucas whispered as Deasy lay in his arms.

Easing the hug slightly, Lucas brought his hand to touch various parts of Deasy’s body that he liked while murmuring softly.

“From now on, these beautiful eyes can only be used to look at me. And these lips, they can only kiss and whisper my name.” Then, Lucas gently kissed Deasy’s lips. In the next moment, his hand moved lower, exploring several parts of Deasy’s still exposed body, without any cover. “These breasts, this stomach, only I can touch them. Especially this part.”

Lucas’s hand stopped right at Deasy’s sensitive spot. He deliberately caressed it, causing Deasy’s hairs to stand on end, and her hand reflexively squeezed Lucas’s arm.

“Only I can touch like this. And you need to remember, only I can enter it,” he emphasized.

In Lucas’s embrace, Deasy smiled and nodded. Ignoring his words, she chose to hug him tightly, not allowing Lucas to move away from her side.