Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 106

Chapter 106: I love you, Lucius Chapter 106: I love you, Lucius “I am in love with Lucius!” She dropped her hands slowly to her side while smiling brightly.

The confession reverberated in the air.

She wanted it to hold back for a while, but her inner voice told her not to stop herself from letting out her real feelings for Lucius.

Earlier, when he asked her to say those three words, she didn’t and noticed how sad he had turned.

Though he didn’t complain about it, she felt guilty for not keeping the man happy, who for her happiness was fighting the entire world.

She didn’t want to be selfish in love when she truly knew how her heart felt for Lucius.

“Layla,” Lucius called out her name in a soft tone.

“What did you just say?” He couldn’t believe his ears as he held her arm to make her turn to him.

“I love you, Lucius.

I love you,” Layla repeated.

“I’m sorry for making you wait for so long,” she whispered.

Before she could elaborate further, he cupped her neck in his hand, his touch igniting a warmth that spread through her.

In an instant, he drew her into his embrace, capturing her lips with a fervor that took her breath away.

He nibbled at her bottom lip, savoring the taste of her confession, as if he had been starved for her affection.

Their kiss deepened, full of passion and longing, a beautiful culmination of all the words left unsaid between them.

Layla’s hands moved to his back, holding him tight as she matched the rhythm of the motion of his lips.

They moved in sync.

Despite the need for the air, they didn’t withdraw until they were completely breathless.

The two panted while peering into each other’s eyes.

“Say it again,” Lucius said.

Four years he waited this woman to be in his life.

He was so doubtful in the beginning if he would ever approach, would she love him back?

Would he be able to hear from her the love confession?

So many doubts always lingered in his mind while he continued eliminating the enemies from his side so that one day when he would marry Layla, she didn’t have to fall in trouble because of him.

All those years he held himself back from having a woman in his life, but Layla was an exception.

She was the woman who comforted him even from a far distance, even when she never looked at him.

That was why he always wanted to have her in his life.

“I love you,” Layla said again, her voice a melody that shattered the last of his doubts.

The sound pulled him back from the maze of his memories, grounding him in this moment where everything he longed for was real.

A soft smile spread across her lips, and she continued, “Falling in love with you was unexpected for me, but it was beautiful.” Without a word, Lucius pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he breathed in the reality of their shared confession.

The darkness of the past no longer mattered; only the light that Layla brought into his life did.

“I love you, Layla,” he said as the two smiled.

~~~~ As they stepped into the dimly lit room, Lucius caught Layla’s wrist and spun her around, drawing her into him before his lips crashed onto hers.

The heat between them was electric, sparking as her fingers clutched at his blazer and slid it from his broad shoulders.

Her hands moved to his tie, skillfully loosening it and slipping it off, discarding it without a second thought.

Their breathing already started filling the room, mingling with the silence as they moved together in a desperate, hungry rhythm.

Layla gasped when the coolness of the wall met her back, a sharp contrast to the searing heat of his lips.

Her fingers worked quickly at the buttons of his shirt, each one giving way to reveal more of the body she craved.

But just as his hands roamed lower, she pressed against his chest, creating a small distance between them.

“What?

Don’t stop me now,” Lucius said, his breath ragged, eyes dark with desire.

Layla’s lips curved into a teasing smile.

“I want to give you a surprise.” “Now?” His brow furrowed, confusion mingling with the impatience in his gaze.

“Yes.

Just give me five minutes…

No, two minutes,” she said, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she pushed herself off the wall.

Lucius clenched his jaw, his self-control teetering.

“Baby, if you take longer than two minutes, I won’t listen even if you beg,” he warned, fighting the primal urge that surged through him.

“I won’t.

I promise,” Layla said and quickly headed to the closet.

Lucius threaded his fingers through his hair, his abdominal muscles and broad shoulders flexed under the dim yellow light.

“Fuck.

Why she has to give me a surprise in the middle of this?” He muttered and lowered his hand before looking at the watch in his hand.

He removed it and placed it on the table before moving to bed.

His throat felt dry, so he reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, downing it in one go.

“Layla, you’d better hurry up.

I’m losing my patience,” he said aloud, glancing at the clock once more.

A full minute had passed, and he could feel his restraint slipping.

With a determined push, he stood and strode toward the closet.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he growled as he opened the door.

His breath caught in his throat the moment his eyes fell on her.

Layla stood in the center of the small space, clad in a red lace lingerie set that hugged every curve perfectly.

Her cheeks flushed to match the deep scarlet of the fabric, and she shifted nervously under his gaze.

“I-I told you to wait outside,” Layla stammered, watching the way he seemed frozen, eyes wide, as if unable to process the vision before him.

Was she not as alluring as she thought?

Embarrassment washed over her, and she turned away, squeezing her eyes shut in a rush of shyness.

“It was a bad idea.

I think I messed-” Her voice caught as Lucius’s strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

“Are you trying to kill me, Layla?” His deep, husky voice resonated in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

The warmth of his breath, coupled with the strength of his hold, melted any doubts she had.

He pressed his lips against her neck, trailing kisses that left her breathless as he pulled her closer.

“You look fucking sexy, Wife,” he murmured.