Chapter 273 Let go properly

Chapter 273 Let go properly
Amelia's POV:
After dinner, Luke retreated to his study to handle some paperwork. Lucas and Sophia, both growing more independent by the day, headed to their rooms for their nightly reading time. I gave each a quick goodnight kiss as they settled in with their books, proud of how self-sufficient they'd become.
I took my time enjoying a hot shower, spritzing on the perfume Luke always said drove him wild, then slipped into a light blue silk nightgown and perched on the edge of our bed.
My heart raced with anticipation. Luke and I had shared countless intimate moments, but tonight felt different. Tonight wasn't just about pleasure—we were trying to create a new life together.
The door opened quietly, and Luke stepped in. Fresh from his shower, he wore only pajama pants, his broad chest bare. His eyes darkened instantly when he saw me.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, crossing the room to press a gentle kiss against my lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," I smiled back, breathing in his warm scent.
Luke sat beside me and took my hand. "Monica came by today?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Things with Adrian are getting complicated. His mother doesn't seem to approve of her."
Luke's brow furrowed slightly. "Because of her family background?"
"Partly," I sighed. "People often only see the surface, not the person underneath."
"Adrian will figure it out," Luke assured me. "If he truly loves Monica, he'll fight for her. Just like I did for you."
I looked at him, touched by his words. "Lucas asked the other day when he might get a little brother or sister. He's excited about being a big brother."
Luke's expression softened. "Sounds like he's ready."
"He is," I laughed lightly. "He's already planning to teach them basketball, and he says Sophia can handle the math lessons."
Luke nodded, his eyes warm with affection. "They'll be amazing siblings. That's one of the reasons I love you, you know—you've raised those kids so well."
"Now I'm curious," I smiled, leaning closer to him. "What are the other reasons?"
Luke smiled and pulled me closer. "Want to know?"
He began trailing kisses down my neck, sending shivers through my body. I closed my eyes. "Mmm, yes."
"You're brilliant and strong," he whispered between kisses. "You'd do anything for our children. You're passionate about your work. You have the most beautiful smile in the world..."
His words and touch made my whole body feel like it was on fire. I reached up to caress his face. "I love you, Luke."
"I love you too, Amelia." His voice was husky, filled with emotion. "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, even if it wasn't what I expected."
Our lips met again, the kiss deeper this time. Luke's hand slid to my waist, then slowly up to my shoulder, gently easing down the strap of my nightgown.
I ran my fingers across his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath my touch. "Did you know that medical research shows women are more likely to conceive when they're experiencing intense pleasure?"
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Then I have a responsibility to ensure optimal conditions."
He kissed me again, more deeply this time. Our bodies pressed together, breath mingling. His fingers tangled in my hair while his other hand explored my back, each touch sending electric currents through me.
His hand slid down my back, igniting heat that made my cheeks flush red. I giggled nervously, face burning as he eased my nightgown off, the silk pooling at my feet. His pajama pants followed, and I averted my eyes, blushing at his hard cock, thick and ready, while my folds grew slick with anticipation.
"L-Luke," I stammered, shy as he pulled me close, lips tracing my neck, making me tremble.
He guided me to the bed, laying me back gently, his body covering mine.
My breath hitched as he parted my thighs, his shaft pressing against my clit before sliding into my pussy—slow, filling—stretching me with warmth. I forced myself to meet his eyes—his gaze burned with raw desire, softened by a love so deep it stole my air.
My nails grazed his shoulders, my body arching to meet him, our rhythm perfectly in sync. His hands roamed my skin—one gripping my hip, the other cradling my face as he kissed me deeply, swallowing my gasps. The heat between us built, a slow burn igniting into something fiercer, and I felt myself unraveling under his touch.
"Amelia," he murmured against my lips, voice rough with desire. "You feel so good."
I couldn't form words, only a breathless whimper as he drove deeper, the friction of his cock against my walls sending sparks through my core. My thighs trembled, and I clung to him, lost in the intensity of his gaze, the love and hunger in his eyes anchoring me. The world narrowed to just us—his warmth, his scent, the steady pulse of our bodies moving together.
The pressure coiled tighter inside me, and with a final, deep thrust, I shattered. A cry escaped me as pleasure surged, my walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper. Luke groaned, his movements faltering as he followed me over the edge, his release spilling hot and thick inside me. I felt him pulse, half-soft but still nestled within my pussy, our bodies tangled in the afterglow.
I collapsed against the pillows, utterly spent, my body humming with satisfaction. Luke eased down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I curled against his chest, my cheek pressed to his warm skin, feeling like a contented cat after a feast. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my ear, and I sighed, basking in the closeness.
"Amelia, honey," Luke murmured, his voice low and teasing as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. "I've been holding back for days. I need to let go properly."
I blinked up at him, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. "Luke," I said, a playful whine in my voice, "I'm so tired. You've already worn me out."