The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 507

**TITLE: Bonfire 507**
**Chapter 507: Playing with Fire**

Lucas stood with unwavering determination, his heart set on marrying Sloane in the near future. “To desire to touch without the sacred bond of marriage? That’s simply indecent,” he asserted, his voice resonating with conviction, yet laced with an unmistakable tension that hung in the air like a charged storm cloud.

Sloane, ever the playful spirit, cast him a sidelong glance, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. It was as if she were challenging him, daring him to delve deeper into the conversation. She nestled closer into his embrace, shifting her body to find the perfect fit against him. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her delicate fingers weaving through the tousled strands of hair at the nape of his neck, sending delightful shivers cascading down his spine.

“So, you’re really going to deny me a touch?” she purred, her voice a sultry mix of complaint and flirtation. She tilted her head back, her doe-like eyes locking onto his with an intensity that felt electrifying, twinkling as though they held the very essence of stars. Just as he prepared to respond, she leaned in, her warm breath teasingly brushing against his lips, halting just a whisper away from a kiss that sent his heart racing.

The tension between them crackled like a live wire, igniting a fire within Lucas that he struggled to contain. He leaned in, ready to claim her lips in a fervent kiss, but Sloane artfully turned her head, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “Didn’t you say I was the one being indecent?”

Her voice was a soft melody, each word rising with an alluring lilt that drove his heart wild. As she spoke, her fingers glided down his neck, tracing gentle circles on his chest through the fabric of his shirt, each touch igniting a deeper yearning within him.

A wave of heat surged through Lucas, spreading from his chest to the tips of his fingers. His resolve began to waver under the weight of her teasing. He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “You little vixen.”

Sloane, however, feigned ignorance, continuing to rub her soft lips against his cheek, occasionally nipping playfully, leaving faint, tantalizing marks in her wake. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressing against him as if she sought to merge with him entirely.

Lucas’s breath hitched, becoming ragged as desire coursed through him. His hands found her waist, gripping her tightly, pulling her closer as passion surged within him. Just when he was about to dip his head and capture her lips, Sloane slipped from his grasp like a nimble fish darting away from a hook.

Instinctively, he reached out, but all he managed to grasp was a lock of her fragrant hair, slipping through his fingers like silk.

Sloane had already retreated to a safe distance, her movements slow and deliberate as she tied the belt of her robe. In the soft glow of the moonlight, her lips still glistened with the remnants of their almost-kiss, while her eyes sparkled with a clarity that was maddeningly teasing. “Weren’t you just saying… that it’s indecent if we’re not married?” she mimicked, her tone playful as her fingertip tapped lightly against her own swollen lips.

Lucas’s shirt hung open, revealing a strong chest that rose and fell heavily with each breath. He narrowed his eyes at her, a mix of frustration and desire swirling within him. “Are you playing with fire?” he challenged, stepping closer, his heart racing.

“I’m merely following your teachings,” Sloane replied, her fingers pressing against his chest, halting him in his tracks. “After all, it’s not exactly proper…”

Lucas gazed at the little vixen before him, feeling a unique blend of exasperation and admiration. Only Sloane could evoke such conflicting emotions within him, leaving him both frustrated and exhilarated.

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