Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Eliciting soft moans Chapter 163: Eliciting soft moans After gently setting Layla down on her feet, Lucius turned to close the door behind them.

She headed straight to the washroom, grabbing her toothbrush.

Moments later, Lucius followed, taking his place beside her at the sink and picked up his own toothbrush.

As they brushed in silence, their eyes met in the mirror.

Layla felt a spark run through her as Lucius’s intense gaze seemed to pierce right through her.

Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly rinsed her mouth.

“You finish up,” she said softly, breaking the moment and slipping out of the washroom.

When Lucius stepped into the bedroom moments later and his breath caught in his throat.

Layla stood in front of the dresser, her reflection framed by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

She wore a delicate satin nightgown that clung to her figure, its fabric shimmering slightly with her every movement.

“Layla,” Lucius said, his voice low, “what are you trying to do?” She turned toward him, her expression innocent.

“What?” she asked, feigning ignorance as she walked toward the bed.

Lucius let out a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair in a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Closing the distance between them, he stopped just in front of her, his fingers gently tilting her chin upward.

“You won’t be getting any sleep tonight,” he murmured, his voice husky.

Without waiting for a reply, he captured her lips with his, the kiss deep and possessive.

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer.

The quiet rustle of fabric filled the air, mingling with the soft sounds of their breaths and moans.

Their tongues intertwined in a passionate rhythm, each kiss more fervent than the last.

Lucius’s hands moved with deliberate tenderness, slipping the long robe of her nightgown from her shoulders.

His fingertips grazed her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, sending a shiver down Layla’s spine.

As the silky fabric pooled around her feet, the cool air caressed her bare skin.

Instinctively, she clung closer to Lucius, her body seeking his warmth.

Without breaking their connection, Lucius lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed.

He laid her down with care, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight.

Their lips remained locked in a fervent kiss until a soft, wet pop echoed in the room, signaling their reluctant parting.

Both of them panted lightly, their breaths mingling as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Layla let out a soft moan as Lucius buried his face in the curve of her neck, his lips and tongue trailing over her sensitive skin.

The gentle suckling sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body arching instinctively toward him.

His hand glided over her bare thigh, tracing slow, soothing patterns that both calmed and ignited her nerves.

“Ahh, Lucius,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice laced with desire.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders as he tilted her slightly, positioning her comfortably on her side as he lay beside her.

Slowly, his hand moved up her back, deftly unclasping her bra.

Layla’s heartbeat quickened, but she didn’t hesitate.

Her hands found their way to his shirt, skillfully unbuttoning it one by one until it fell open, revealing the toned expanse of his chest.

She pressed her palms against his warm skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch.

Lucius paused, lifting his head to look at her.

His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto hers.

He propped himself up slightly, his gaze never leaving Layla’s face as he lowered himself again.

His lips found her legs, pressing gentle kisses along their length.

His mouth tracing a slow path upward, worshipping every inch of her skin.

“Lucius!” Her hands tightened their hold on the sheets.

When his lips reached her thighs, the kisses became sloppier, more heated.

He lingered there, eliciting soft, breathy moans from Layla.

Her body reacted instinctively, her back arching off the mattress at times, her head thrashing lightly against the mattress.

Her senses were overwhelmed, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

She couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his lips and the warmth of his touch.

Layla felt the heat of Lucius’s lips as they moved upward, lingering just above her belly button.

His hands traced a tantalizing path along her thighs, sliding up to her curves and gently squeezing, sending a shiver through her body.

Each touch was purposeful, each kiss a spark igniting her skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her, his voice low and filled with reverence.

“I love you… all of you.” His lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake, dispelling the coldness of the room.

Her breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling as she locked eyes with him.

“Lucius,” she whispered, her voice both a plea and a command, “I want you to do more.” Lucius paused, his intense gaze holding hers for a moment.

The unspoken understanding passed between them, and his lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

“As you wish,” he murmured, his hands tightening slightly on her hips before he leaned in once more, ready to fulfill her every desire.

Lucius’s lips traveled higher, finding a spot just above her right breast.

He pressed a tender kiss there, his breath warm against her skin.

Layla’s body trembled beneath him, her hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders.

She gasped softly as she felt his hardened length pressing against her core, sending a jolt of anticipation through her.

Lucius’s fingers grazed the waistband of her undergarment before slipping beneath it, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through Layla.

Her breath hitched as his fingers found her core, teasing her with gentle strokes.

“Ahh!” she cried out when he suddenly pressed deeper, her body arching instinctively.

Her hands clung to his shoulders for support, her head falling back as lewd, unrestrained moans escaped her lips.

The movement of his fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, pushing her closer to the edge.

But just as her climax neared, Lucius withdrew his fingers, leaving her gasping for more.

In one fluid motion, he stripped away the last barrier between them, discarding her undergarment with a sense of purpose.

“Lucius, just… just…” she pleaded, her voice filled with both desperation and desire as he returned his fingers to her core, skillfully working her toward bliss once more.

“Layla,” he murmured huskily, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Keep moaning for me.

We’ve only just begun.” He nipped at her earlobe, sending another shiver down her spine.