Luke kissed Cecelia as they helped each other undress. He entered her, and as they made love, Cecelia moaned in pleasure, her eyes closed. “More of you… Lewis,” she moaned. Luke froze, then abruptly pulled out when he heard the name "Lewis." It was too late; Cecelia had already let it slip. “Who is Lewis?” Luke asked, his voice tight. “What are you talking about?” Cecelia replied, trying to feign ignorance. “Don’t play games with me, Cecelia! Who is Lewis? Are you cheating on me?” Luke's voice was laced with anger. “Of course not! Why would you think that? You know how much I love you, right?” “Then tell me who Lewis is!” Luke roared, his hand trembling as he barely restrained himself from slapping her. “It’s no one, Love. Please, believe me. I’d never cheat on you. I love you,” she pleaded, reaching out to touch him, but he jerked away from her. “Don’t make me angry, Cecelia. Tell me who he is!” he demanded, his voice a dangerous growl. Cecelia flinched. Luke was usually
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