Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Chapter 161

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“I don’t want distance,” she whispered, pulling her wrists free and pressing her palms to his chest. “I want you. I want you right now.”

That broke the last of his restraint. His hands framed her face, his lips claiming hers with a fierce, unrestrained hunger. They stumbled backward together, never breaking the kiss, their steps leading them away from the sitting room.

Without another word, they crossed into the bedroom of the suite where Alina was staying, the air between them thick with heat and unspoken urgency.

Alina’s fingers flew to the buttons of Lucian’s shirt, her movements quick, almost impatient. When the stubborn fabric refused to cooperate, she let out a small huff and yanked it open, sending buttons scattering to the floor with sharp little clicks.

Lucian broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling, and gave her a sly, almost teasing look.

“Shut up.” Alina muttered under her breath, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on the shirt she was practically tearing off him.

“I didn’t say anything.” Lucian murmured, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk as she tossed the shirt into a corner of the room.

“That’s my favorite shirt, by the way.” He added lightly, as if testing how far he could push her in this mood.

“All of your shirts are the same, Lucian. I’m sure you’re not going to miss this one,and if you insist, I’ll buy you a dozen more.” Alina shot back, already working on his belt with a determined glare.

Lucian’s smirk deepened. “Why do those words sound so familiar?” He mused, his tone dripping with playfulness.

Of course they sounded familiar. She remembered perfectly, he had said something just like that to her once, and now she was throwing it back in his face.

“Does it?” Alina arched a brow, her lips curving in a knowing smirk.

“It does… now, where have I heard them before?” He pretended to think, deliberately dragging it out.

“Lucian…” She whined softly, her lips jutting into a pout, her voice carrying a needy edge.

“What?” He asked, feigning innocence but clearly amused by her impatience,

“Can you stop torturing me and touch me? I need you so badly.”

Her voice was breathless now, almost breaking. Her body was already aching from just the kiss, the throbbing between her thighs a sharp, insistent pulse, and he still hadn’t touched her where she needed him most.

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“How badly?” His voice had dropped low, his hands sliding under her shirt. His breath caught when his palms met bare skin and the realization hit, she wasn’t wearing a bra. A groan escaped him, deep and unrestrained.

“So badly it hurts… literally.” She admitted, her voice trembling with both desire and frustration.

His hands slipped lower, tracing down her thighs in a slow, possessive glide. She didn’t need him to say anything, she understood. In one swift movement, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly

around his waist.

“Kiss me.” She demanded softly, her tone laced with desperation.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied with a teasing lilt before claiming her lips again.

The kiss was different this time, slower, deeper, as if he wasn’t just kissing her mouth but stealing something far more intimate. It was the kind of kiss that lingered, heavy with longing, tasting of heat and unspoken promises.

His tongue moved deliberately, savoring her like she was a rare indulgence he couldn’t rush, and she melted against him, her hands curling into his hair.

He laid her down with deliberate care until her back met the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her. His body hovered above hers, eyes dark and locked on her face as if memorizing every flicker of emotion.

Alina’s eyes were a mirror image of his in that moment, dark, heavy–lidded, and burning with the same raw hunger.

In one swift, almost impatient move, Lucian stripped her top away and tossed it carelessly aside. His gaze flickered briefly over her bared skin, a sharp, almost possessive glint in his eyes, before he lowered his head and latched onto one of her nipples.

A sharp moan tore from Alina’s throat, her back arching instinctively as if urging him closer, aching for more.

Lucian’s mouth moved with deliberate intent, sucking, teasing, the flicker of his tongue circling her sensitive peak, before he drew back just enough to blow a slow stream of warm air across it. The sensation made her shiver, her hands gripping his shoulders as if anchoring herself.

Without giving her a moment to recover, he gave the same intoxicating attention to her other breast, his lips and tongue coaxing more breathless sounds from her. Alina’s breathing grew quicker, her chest rising and falling against him, each touch winding her tighter.

His lips began a slow descent, trailing heated kisses down her stomach. When he reached the waistband of her shorts, Alina was already panting hard, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath them as anticipation coiled deep inside her.

Lucian’s gaze dipped lower, catching the faint dampness darkening the fabric of her shorts. His breath deepened, nostrils flaring as he drew in her scent, his voice husky with something primal.

“Damn,” he murmured, eyes darkening, “I forgot how good you smell.”

Alina’s breath caught, her entire body reacting to the low rasp of his words. Her fingers sinking into the skin of his shoulders, her pulse thundering.

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