She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 295

Lucian’s gaze lingered on that patch of exposed skin for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.

The air seemed to thicken, filled only with the crackling of the fire and the sound of their intertwined breaths.

He raised a hand to adjust her slipped collar. His calloused fingertips, moving with excruciating slowness, gently grazed her cool shoulder.

The skin beneath his touch was silky and smooth, its coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers, sending a fine shiver through her. Loyce’s eyelashes fluttered, but she didn’t open her eyes or pull away. The shiver, however, spread from her shoulder outwards.

His fingers didn’t retreat. After fixing her collar, they traced the elegant line of her shoulder upward before threading through her cool, half-dry hair. With an undeniable tenderness, Lucian’s large hand began to patiently comb through her damp locks, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp.

“Sleeping with wet hair will only make the headache worse.”

His voice was even lower now, almost a whisper, carrying a hypnotic magic. His movements were focused and gentle, as if he were handling a priceless treasure.

“How do you know how to do this?”

“Spent a lot of time at sea. The wind sometimes gave me migraines,” the man’s hot breath tickled her ear.

An indescribable sense of comfort spread from the crown of Loyce’s head through her entire body. The dull ache from the alcohol seemed to recede under the perfect pressure of his massage, replaced by a languid, bone-deep tingling sensation.

She let out a nearly inaudible sigh, her body relaxing further back into him until she was completely enveloped in his warm embrace. She could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest and his escalating body heat.

His heartbeat… did it seem a little faster than before? Through the thin layers of clothing, the powerful thumping against her back had a strange, compelling rhythm.

Lucian’s hand slowed. His gaze drifted from her trembling lashes, past the delicate slope of her nose, and finally settled on her lips, slightly parted in relaxation. In the firelight, her lips looked like petals touched with dew—soft and inviting.

His arm around her waist tightened, leaving no space between them.

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