Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: I know what I want Chapter 208: I know what I want Lucius entered the room, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

The hearty meal he had just shared with his wife, father, and nephew lingered warmly in his mind.

However, the events during dinner couldn’t be ignored.

Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, he leaned back against it.

“I didn’t expect you to lecture Roderick right in the middle of the meal,” he said, his tone carried a humor.

“He’s a brat, Layla, and he’s going to throw a fit about it later.” Layla turned on her heel gracefully.

Her arms crossed over her chest, and her piercing gaze locked onto his.

“So?” she shot back.

“I’ll make him understand, no matter how long it takes.

I know it hurts you when he blames you for his father’s death, Lucius.

But I won’t tolerate his disrespect, not under this roof.” Lucius’ lips curled into a roguish grin as he took steps toward her.

“You know,” he murmured, his deep voice laced with mischief, “you look incredibly sexy when you’re angry.” Layla’s breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, his tall frame towering over her.

His hand gently cradled the side of her neck, his ocean-blue eyes holding her in place with their intensity.

His fingers brushed lightly against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“How do you even find me sexy at a time like this?” she asked, a chuckle escaping her lips despite the lingering tension in the air.

She tried to pull away, intending to head to bed, but Lucius had other plans.

Before she could take another step, his hand slipped into her hair, gripping it just firmly enough to halt her retreat.

His other hand rested at the back of her head, holding her gently but securely.

“Because I know what I want,” he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a heated kiss.

The kiss was intense and all-consuming, his lips moving against hers with a desire he had held since the morning.

When her lips parted slightly, his tongue slipped inside, exploring and claiming her in a way that made her knees weak.

Layla melted into him, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest as his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer.

The world around them seemed to fade as their bodies pressed together, not even the faintest sliver of space left between them.

Layla pulled away briefly, her breath coming in soft gasps, but Lucius was relentless.

His lips found hers again, capturing her in another fervent kiss.

This time, both his hands cradled her face, his touch firm yet tender, conveying the love and possessiveness that left her trembling.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, grounding herself as she kissed him back, their passion escalating with each kiss.

Sensing her need for air, Lucius finally withdrew, his forehead resting against hers as he gazed deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Layla.

I love you so much,” he whispered, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek.

Layla’s heart swelled at his words, “I love… I love you too, Lucius.” She tilted her head to meet his gaze, her hands sliding to the buttons of his shirt.

Slowly, she unfastened them, her fingers trembling slightly as she pushed the fabric down his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

Her hands traced his chest with a featherlight touch, exploring the planes of muscle beneath her fingertips.

Lucius caught her hand mid-motion, kissing her palm.

The next second, without warning, he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, carrying her to the bed.

Layla settled onto the mattress, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him, her breath quickening at the intensity in his gaze.

“Lucius,” she began, “you won’t lose me.

I know you’ll always keep me safe.

Since the moment I married you, I’ve seen that strength in you.

Don’t let your mother’s words-or anyone else’s-make you doubt yourself.

Promise me?” Her hand rested tenderly on his cheek.

Lucius clasped her hand, bringing it to his lips to place a lingering kiss on her palm.

He then buried his face in the hollow of her neck, inhaling her scent.

“My mother’s words hold no power over me, Layla.

I don’t feel low, not with you by my side.

Your husband is strong-hearted.

Rest assured, such things don’t faze him,” he murmured against her skin.

Layla tilted her head slightly to look at him, her eyes searching his.

“Lucius, you don’t need to comfort yourself with those words.

Be honest with me,” she said in a loving tone.

“It’s okay to feel weak.

You’ve told me that before, remember?” “I am honest with you,” he insisted, his lips brushing against her chin.

He trailed soft kisses along her jawline, his mouth slowly descending to her neck.

His fingers moved deftly to unbutton her shirt, revealing her skin to his hungry gaze.

His lips latched onto a sensitive spot on her neck, sucking gently before grazing the area with his teeth, eliciting a soft cry from her.

Layla’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation.

His hand cupped one of her breasts in a reverent touch, drawing a moan from her lips.

When his teeth found a new spot on her shoulder, he soothed the mark with a gentle kiss, sending shivers cascading through her body.

“I want to mark every inch of your body,” Lucius murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips never straying far from her skin.

Lucius trailed a path of heated kisses from Layla’s neck to her collarbone, his lips leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

Her fingers slipped into his hair, threading through the soft strands, and he couldn’t suppress the low growl that escaped his throat at her touch.

With a strength that seemed effortless, he slid his arms around her waist and lifted her, settling her onto his lap.

Layla instinctively wrapped her legs around him, straddling him as their bodies pressed together.

His hands rested on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he looked up at her, his ocean-blue eyes darkened with desire.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing his in a teasing kiss that quickly deepened as their passion ignited once more.

Her hands slid down to his shoulders, holding on tightly as he pulled her closer, his fingers digging into her hips with a possessive grip.

Lucius kissed her fervently, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that made her dizzy.