Chapter 19. The Touch

Velia groaned. Her sleep was disturbed. Something was present, transforming tranquility into restlessness.

It felt strange, like a ticklish sensation that spread second by second. It created a tingling that made Velia squirm.

Half-conscious, Velia's heart raced faster. Her previously relaxed breaths instantly changed, becoming more fervent.

Comfort eroded. Restlessness emerged. Velia's head moved restlessly on the pillow. She still had her eyes closed, but her hands began to search in confusion. Clutching the pillow, she groaned again.

Velia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but in vain. A faint touch caressed along her thigh, rendering her powerless.

Warmth landed. Moisture enveloped Velia's nipples, leaving a mark on the satin nightgown and creating a feminine silhouette underneath.

Velia opened her eyes. One face greeted her, and she was not surprised at all.

“Luc.”

Lucas was there, lying beside Velia. His position was sid