Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Waves of pleasure Chapter 133: Waves of pleasure Layla stood before the mirror as she rested the earring on the dressing table.

‘Why did Orabela move out?

What’s cooking in her head?

She’s the type, who will not let go all of this easily,’ she contemplated.

Suddenly a pair of arms embraced her and she lifted her head.

“What are you thinking?” Lucius whispered, his nose nuzzling the crook of her neck.

“Nothing,” Layla replied and turned to him.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she initiated the kiss, startling her husband.

He smiled as he parted her lips and eagerly nipped her bottom lip before sucking it.

“Mmhnm.” A shaky moan escaped her mouth.

She welcomed his tongue in her mouth and jumped up to lock her legs around his torso.

Lucius held her firmly while not stopping kissing her even for a second.

Slowly, he walked them to the bed and settled on it while she straddled him.

Pushing back her hair, she finally withdrew and so did he to take in the air.

Her hands cupped his face as she peered into his eyes.

“Don’t take Roderick’s words into your heart.

I heard what he said to you.

But I am surprised you stayed so calm.

How?” “He is nephew.

I can’t beat him even if he blames me,” Lucius answered.

‘It’s upsetting to hear.

I believe you must be in trauma after that happened.

But everyone ignored you,’ Layla thought.

She wanted him to forget the venomous nonsense Roderick had spewed, to erase the doubts lingering in his mind.

Acting on impulse, she leaned in and kissed him again, this time with more fervor.

Her fingers found the hem of his t-shirt, and in one swift motion, she pulled it over his head, discarding it carelessly.

“I like your tattoo,” she murmured, her fingers lightly tracing the intricate design inked across his skin.

Lucius smiled at her compliment, but before he could respond, she caught him off guard.

Her lips pressed against the right side of his neck, trailing warm, deliberate kisses down his shoulder and onto his chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his breath hitching as a low groan escaped him.

He hadn’t expected her boldness, nor the sharp nip of her teeth against his skin.

His hand moved instinctively, burying itself in her hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands as his control began to waver.

“What’s… gotten into you?” Lucius asked, his voice unsteady.

He gently but firmly cupped her head, pulling her back up to meet his gaze.

His thumb traced her damp, glistening lips, the touch sending a jolt through him.

“Why?

Don’t you like it?” Layla countered, her tone teasing as she kissed his thumb, her eyes never leaving his.

“I love it,” Lucius admitted, his voice low and rough.

His grip tightened slightly as he prepared to flip her onto the bed, but Layla placed a firm hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“I want you to stay quiet and let me take the lead,” she said, her tone commanding yet sultry, while she didn’t let her gaze waver.

Her fingers trailed slowly down his taut chest, brushing over the defined muscles of his abdomen with a deliberate slowness that made his body tense under her touch.

As she rolled her hips against him, a low, primal growl rumbled in his chest.

His hardness pressed firmly against her.

“Layla,” Lucius muttered, his voice rough and filled with desire, “whatever you’re doing…

you’ve completely turned me on.” His hands slid under the hem of her loose top, his warm touch igniting a fire on her cold skin, making her arch her back instinctively.

Before she could fully register his movements, he expertly unclasped her bra beneath the fabric and, with a swift motion, slipped the top off her body, leaving her breathless.

She had intended to take the lead, to bring him pleasure on her terms, but Lucius had a way of seizing control.

His gaze, dark and intense, locked onto hers, filled with an unspoken hunger that made her pulse race.

He looked at her as though she were his only desire, ready to devour her completely.

The moment the pad of his fingers traced a slow path along her spine, a soft, hushed moan escaped her lips.

She instinctively buried her face in his neck, her breath warm against his skin as she left a trail of tender kisses there.

Lucius responded in kind, his lips finding her neck, brushing against it in a series of heated, lingering kisses.

His other hand slid down to grip her waist before moving lower, firmly squeezing her butt cheek.

The sensation drew a louder, unrestrained moan from her, her body arching closer to his, the nails of her fingers dug on his chest as she curled them.

Finally, Lucius gently flipped her onto the bed.

His face immediately found its way to the valley between her breasts, his lips brushing against her soft skin, leaving a trail of heated kisses that made her shiver beneath him.

“Ngh… Lucius!” A louder, breathier moan escaped her lips as his hand cupped her breast.

He gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak, making her cry his name.

His mouth latched onto her other breast, his tongue swirling and lips teasing, drawing relentless waves of pleasure that made her body tremble beneath him.

She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair as her soft cries filled the room.

Lost in the haze of sensations, she didn’t even notice when her trousers had been slipped off, leaving her vulnerable under his heated gaze.

A sudden awareness made her instinctively close her legs, a flush of shyness washing over her.

But Lucius wasn’t having it.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he grasped her thighs, slowly parting them as his touch demanded her surrender.

His fingers began tracing an agonizingly slow path up the soft skin of her inner thigh before reaching the place, which ached for his touch the most.