Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Desperate to touch him Chapter 220: Desperate to touch him Lucius cast a glance toward the door and he stepped away to close it.

He returned to the couch while fixing his gaze on Layla.

Without a word, he extended his hand toward her.

She hesitated for only a moment before placing her hand in his, her fingers brushing against his calloused palm.

With a gentle but firm tug, he pulled her to her feet.

“What are you-” Layla began, but her voice faltered as Lucius pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her.

His voice dropped to a low murmur, warm and teasing, as he leaned closer.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to impress you?” he asked, his free hand tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Layla’s lips curled into a playful smile, and she tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

She kissed the tip of his finger before gently lowering his hand.

“And this is how you plan to do it?” she teased, her tone light but challenging.

“I thought you’d have something more…

Unique in your mind.” Lucius chuckled softly.

“I’m afraid creativity isn’t my strong suit,” he admitted, his words carrying a hint of amusement.

Then, he reached for the hem of his pullover.

In one swift motion, he pulled it over his head and let it fall carelessly to the floor, revealing the defined lines of his chest to her.

Layla pressed her palms gently against Lucius’ chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers.

Before she could speak, he caught her hands in one of his, holding them firmly but not harshly.

“You’re not allowed to touch me,” Lucius murmured in a commanding tone.

Her brows knitted together in confusion, but before she could question him, he reached out with his free hand and pulled at the ribbon securing her hair.

Her locks cascaded down in soft waves, framing her face.

He used the ribbon to bind her wrists together.

“Lucius, that’s-” she began, her voice tinged with surprise, but her words were swallowed by his lips.

His kiss was firm, silencing her protest as his hand cradled the back of her neck, deepening their connection.

“Shhh,” he whispered against her lips, his voice a hushed command that sent a shiver down her spine.

His other hand rested possessively on her hip and again kissed her.

The next moment, without warning, Lucius swept her up into his arms in a fluid motion, carrying her as if she weighed nothing.

“Lucius!

Your wound-” Layla’s protest was immediate, her voice laced with concern.

“It might reopen!” He met her gaze with a smirk, his confidence unwavering.

“You should’ve considered that before asking me to charm you,” he replied.

In no time, they were on the bed, his tall, muscular frame hovering above her smaller, delicate one.

The intensity in his eyes made her heart race as he leaned closer slowly as if he had all the time to ravish her.

Lucius caught Layla’s bound wrists and effortlessly pinned them above her head, holding them there with one hand.

His free hand trailed down her side, his fingers finding the zipper of her top.

With a slow movement that heightened the anticipation, he pulled it down.

As the fabric parted, it revealed the soft curves of her body beneath, her skin glowing under the day light.

His gaze darkened with desire, and he gave her a smoldering, seductive look that made her heart race.

Leaning in, his lips brushed against her jawline, trailing a series of soft, lingering kisses down to her neck.

He paused there, inhaling her scent, before continuing his path to her collarbone, his lips and tongue exploring her skin as if he was worshiping her body.

Layla’s soft moans escaped her lips, “Mmph,” muffled yet enticing as she instinctively tried to free her restrained hands.

Her body squirmed beneath his, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer for a kiss.

“Lucius,” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and urgency.

A sharp cry followed, “Ahhh!” as her back arched off the bed when his teeth grazed one sensitive peak.

He tugged it gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin before capturing it in his mouth.

Every pull and suck made her body respond helplessly to his ministrations.

“Lucius, please…” she gasped, her voice laced with desperation.

Her head tilted back, her bound hands pulling against the restraint.

“I’ll give you the phone.” Her plea was met with a wicked smirk as he paused for a moment, his breath warm against her flushed skin.

“Well, I think I should finish what I started,” he said and did the same with the other curve.

Again Layla let out the sounds, this time louder, turning him on.

Lucius’s hand slid inside her trousers with a confidence that made Layla’s breath hitch.

His touch was teasing.

His fingers brushed against her, and he chuckled softly.

“You’re making a mess already,” he murmured.

Layla’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at his words, the heat spreading across her face.

She instinctively tried to turn her head away, wishing to hide her expression from his intense gaze, but his grip and presence left her no room for escape.

His eyes held hers, a wicked glint dancing in them.

“Don’t hide from me,” he commanded.

“I want to see every reaction you make, Wife.” Layla’s gaze flickered to him, her breath turning shallow as Lucius tugged her trousers down, the cool air brushing against her heated skin.

Left in only her undergarments, she felt both exposed and captivated under his intense scrutiny.

“Lucius,” she whispered, her lips quivering.

“Kiss me, please.” His lips curved into a teasing smirk.

“Where?” he asked.

His question caught her off guard, the hunger in his gaze making her heart race faster this time.

Words failed her as she hesitated, her cheeks tinged with a fresh flush.

She didn’t answer, making her silence was an invitation for him to follow his own desires.

As though he could read her mind, Lucius’s fingers hooked onto the bands of her undergarment.

He tugged it down inch by inch.

His eyes never left hers, taking in the every reaction her face made.

This position was too overwhelming for Layla.

She found her hands grip loosened on her bound wrists and a loud moan escaped her throat when his mouth found her core.

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