Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: A fervent, hungry kiss Chapter 151: A fervent, hungry kiss Layla stopped by the dresser, setting her clutch down with a soft thud.

Her fingers moved to her earrings, delicately removing each one before unfastening the watch from her wrist.

She turned around slowly, her hands gripping the edges of the dresser for support as her gaze lingered on the closed door.

“Why won’t Lucius tell me what’s troubling him?

He barely said a word in the car,” she murmured under her breath, her voice tinged with concern.

With a sigh, she pushed herself upright and took a step forward.

Just as she did, the door creaked open, and Lucius stepped into the room, shutting it firmly behind him.

His gaze was steady, yet his expression remained unreadable as he asked, “Are you going to take a shower?” Layla shook her head, exhaustion evident in her tone.

“No, I’ll just brush my teeth and head to bed.

I’m too tired.” As she approached him, she reached out to help him with his blazer.

Her hands slipped it off his shoulders.

Her touch lingered, trailing sensually across the crisp fabric of his shirt.

Her eyes never left his gaze.

“What are you doing?” Lucius asked with a smirk, his hands sliding to rest firmly on her waist as Layla’s fingers deftly began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Helping my husband,” she replied, her voice soft yet laced with a playful edge.

“With this kind of seduction?” Lucius arched a brow, his amusement evident in the upward curve of his lips.

Layla paused, her fingers hovering on the fourth button, and tilted her head slightly.

“And if I actually seduce you?

What will happen to you then?” she teased, her tone both daring and inviting.

“I might take you right here,” Lucius murmured as his hand moved to her cheek, his touch lingering before trailing to her hair.

Twining his fingers into her soft tresses, he gently pulled her closer, erasing the small gap between them.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear before nipping at the sensitive skin, drawing a sweet gasp from her lips.

Smirking at her reaction, Lucius didn’t have long to bask in his victory.

Layla, regaining control, gently pushed him back, her hands slipping around his neck.

Her movements were graceful yet commanding as she claimed the moment for herself.

“I want to know something,” Layla whispered.

“What do you want to know?” Lucius asked, leaning in to capture her lips, but she turned her face away, her teasing smile challenging him.

“What’s bothering you?” she queried softly, her eyes searching his.

“And I don’t want you to lie to me,” she added, her tone firm despite the gentleness in her words.

Lucius paused, his brow arching in mild amusement.

“Why do you think I’d lie?” “Because you always try to carry the weight of your troubles alone,” she replied with concern.

His expression softened, a flicker of something unspoken crossing his face.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, keeping his unwavering gaze on her.

“More than I trust myself,” Layla replied without hesitation.

She cupped his face, her touch tender yet resolute.

“But I don’t want you to bear your burdens alone.

Let me help you.

Share them with me.” “I’ve found a lead on my friend’s murderer,” Lucius began, his tone laced with a restrained anger.

“I’m chasing him down.

At the same time, someone sent a message to your father about me-about how my older brother died because of me.” “What?” Layla’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Dad didn’t tell me anything about this.” “He doesn’t want you to know,” Lucius replied calmly, though his jaw tightened.

“But don’t worry about it.

I’ll handle it.” Layla stepped closer, her gaze sharp and unwavering.

“And what did you find out about the murderer?

What did you not tell me something so important, Lucius?” He hesitated, his eyes flickering with something she felt was the reason of his pain.

“Something Matteo never bothered to share with me.

I didn’t know he was involved in a matter serious enough to cost him his life.

I need to figure out exactly what he got himself into before I can take any concrete steps.” Lucius had no intention to tell Layla about his one-day Russian trip, which he had planned to do soon.

He felt Layla should not know that because she would insist on going with him.

Layla stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him in a comforting embrace, her warmth silently telling him he wasn’t alone.

Lucius closed his eyes briefly and smiled, his hands gently resting on her back, holding her close.

“I hope you find out everything soon,” she whispered against his chest.

Then, tiptoeing, she pressed a soft kiss on his neck before her lips turned playful, nipping at the sensitive skin.

Lucius groaned, the low sound vibrating through his chest.

Her cool fingers trailed over his chest, their delicate touch igniting a fire that seemed to consume them both.

Layla’s body burned with an intensity she couldn’t deny as her hands moved over him with tenderness and need.

“Layla,” he breathed her name, his voice strained with desire as she continued to suck lightly on his neck, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

Unable to hold back, Lucius slid his hands under her thighs and effortlessly lifted her.

Layla instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, her hands finding their place around his neck.

Their eyes locked, an unspoken desire already existing in them.

The next second, their lips crashed together in a fervent, hungry kiss.

Their mouths moved with urgency, as though they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Lucius carried her toward the bed, their kisses growing deeper with every passing moment.

Lucius gently laid Layla on the mattress, his body hovering over hers as he balanced his weight on his elbows to avoid pressing down on her.

His intense gaze never left hers, their breaths mingling from the fervent kiss they had just shared.

His left hand slid beneath the fabric of her long dress, pushing it up slowly to expose her thigh to the cool air.

His touch sent shivers up her spine as he revealed more of her soft skin.

They pulled away from the kiss, both gasping for air, their chests rising and falling in sync.

Layla’s head thrashed back into the pillow as Lucius lowered himself, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her thigh.

He began peppering soft kisses along its length, his hot breath igniting a fire wherever his lips touched.

When he nipped her inner thigh, a cry escaped her lips, “Ahh…ngh,” a sweet mix of pain and pleasure that sent her body arching toward him.

Her fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, holding him close as his kisses turned more fervent.

Lucius moved upward, his lips trailing along her body until his face was buried in the crook of her neck.

His hand found the zipper of her dress, his fingers deftly tugging it down as his warm breath fanned over her skin.

“Layla, you look so beautiful with such flushed cheeks and plump, swollen lips,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

His dark gaze filled with love and lust both.