Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 269

Chapter 269: I’m not done yet Chapter 269: I’m not done yet **Mature Content Ahead 🫣** Walking hands in hands with Lucius in the beautiful cobblestone walkway was Layla’s all time favorite activity.

“I have come here once with my mother,” Lucius suddenly said.

The two of them slowly stopped before sitting at the edge of the lake on a stony surface.

“That’s the only time she has ever taken me out with her.” “When did you come here with your mom?” Layla questioned, looking at his side face.

“When I was eleven.

It was my birthday and she wanted to make it special,” Lucius stated.

“But I know why she brought me here,” he whispered and turning his head to face Layla.

“Why?” “Antoine told Mom.

I was whining before my brother for not going anywhere with my mother.

I don’t know why I am telling you this, but I felt I should,” Lucius said, feeling conflicted.

Layla moved closer, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“You miss your brother,” she said softly, her words more an observation than a question.

“I can tell.

When you start enjoying life, you always come back to this place-to the past, to the things that happened.

And it keeps you from finding peace.” Lucius’s jaw tightened, and he gave a slight nod.

Her words struck a chord in the depth of his heart, which he couldn’t deny.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes lowering to the ground.

“I wanted this small vacation to be for us, something just for us.” Layla reached for his hand, entwining her fingers with his.

“It is for us, Lucius,” she said.

“And sharing your thoughts, your feelings… that’s part of it too.

You don’t have to apologize for being human.

I’m enjoying every small moment with you.” “Don’t be sorry,” Layla said, sitting straight.

“It’s fine to feel like this.

And we are enjoying our time together.

There’s no one around us,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled.

“You are right,” Lucius said, clasping his hand with hers.

“Let’s talk about our future, Layla.

Now, you are the chairwoman.

What do you wish to do further in your career?” he asked.

“For now, I have certain goals for the company that I am determined to achieve.

I want to work toward them with everything I have.

But more importantly, I want to help you find the peace you’ve been searching for all these years.

I want to support you in reaching your long-held dream.

And beyond that,” Layla’s voice softened, her gaze steady on him, “I want to build a family with you.

That’s the life I envision ahead.

What about you, Lucius?” Lucius’s lips curved into a warm smile.

He leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek.

“And my dream,” he murmured, his voice deep and full of affection, “is to see my wife shine in everything she does, everywhere she steps.” Standing, he offered her his hands, his eyes sparkling with mischief and adoration.

“May I have this dance with the most beautiful woman in the world?” Layla blushed and raised a skeptical brow in amusement.

“Here?

Now?” “Why not?

There’s no one around to stop us,” he replied with a playful grin.

“Well then, how can I refuse such a gentleman?” she teased, placing her hands in his.

Lucius didn’t wait a second longer.

With a swift, confident pull, he drew her closer as he guided her into a gentle sway.

Layla giggled as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Twirling her gracefully, he never let go of her hands, holding her securely as they moved in an effortless rhythm.

“Lucius,” Layla whispered, “I’ve never danced like this before-out in the open.” He twirled her again, and when she spun back to face him, his gaze met hers with a warmth that melted her hesitation.

“Me neither,” Lucius admitted.

“This is my first time dancing like this too.” A gentle breeze stirred around them, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers.

Their laughter echoed softly.

As the dance slowed, they naturally drew closer.

Finally, they stopped, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions.

Lucius leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender yet passionate kiss.

Layla responded instantly, her arms sliding around his neck as she leaned back slightly, surrendering to the moment.

His hands gripped her waist with a possessive intensity, pulling her closer as if anchoring her to him.

~~~~ When Lucius and Layla reached the hotel, they wasted no time, practically rushing to the hallway to their room.

As soon as the door swung open, Lucius cupped her face with both hands, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

With a swift motion of his leg, he pushed the door closed behind them, their focus was solely on each other.

Layla’s hands slid to his long coat, tugging it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor as their lips moved fervently against one another.

They kicked off their shoes in between kisses.

Suddenly, Layla jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Lucius caught her effortlessly, his arms locking securely around her.

He carried her directly toward the bedroom, their lips never parting.

Finally, they broke apart, both gasping for air.

Layla’s breath hitched as she gazed at him, her chest rising and falling with each inhale.

Lucius’s intense eyes never left hers as he reached for the hem of her top, pulling it off in one smooth motion and tossing it aside.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire.

Layla’s cheeks flushed, but her hands were already moving to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Lucius buried his face in the crook of Layla’s neck, inhaling her soft scent as his lips pressed gentle kisses against her delicate skin.

His hands worked deftly, sliding the thin strap of her camisole off her shoulder, exposing more of her to him.

Layla’s breath hitched, her body instinctively arching closer to him when his hand found its way to one of her curves.

A quiet moan escaped her lips as his fingers teased the sensitive peak, his lips never ceasing their exploration of her smooth, warm skin.

He nipped at her collarbone, leaving a faint mark that would serve as a reminder of their heated connection.

Trailing his kisses lower, Lucius focused his attention on her other curve, drawing another soft moan from her as her back arched further into him.

His free hand began to work on the waistband of her trousers, unbuttoning them with ease.

Slowly, he slipped his hand inside, his touch igniting a fire within her as his fingers sought her most intimate spot.

Layla’s head fell back, her lips parting in a gasp as waves of pleasure coursed through her and she cried his name, “Lucius!” “Do you like it?” Lucius murmured, his voice deep and husky as he looked up at her with his ocean-blue eyes, their depths brimming with an unrelenting desire for her.

Layla’s lips parted as a wave of pleasure built within her.

“Yes.

Give me more,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation coursing through her.

Her mouth opened slightly, a soft gasp escaping as her body trembled.

Lucius captured her lips in a heated kiss, showing his hunger.

Her hand instinctively shot up, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him close.

“Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice sounded sinfully dangerous.

He bit down gently on her bottom lip, eliciting a gasp that turned into a needy cry.

“More.

I want more,” Layla whispered, her eyes locking with his, blazing with desire that mirrored his own.

“Your wish is my command,” Lucius replied with a mischievous smirk.

He made quick work of undressing her completely, shedding his own clothing in the process.

Kneeling before her, his lips found her inner thigh, planting soft kisses that alternated between both the thighs.

Layla’s breaths grew ragged, her chest heaving as anticipation tightened the knot low in her belly.

When his mouth finally reached her most sensitive spot, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, causing her back to arch involuntarily.

Her hands instinctively tangled in his hair, gripping tight as his tongue and lips worked magic against her.

“Ahh,” she moaned, her voice filled with both desperation and bliss.

“Please… Please… more… No, please stop,” Layla begged as her head thrashed against the sheets.

But Lucius didn’t falter as he continued his exploration, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her.

With every movement of his tongue, he drew her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, the tension in her body snapped.

Layla convulsed, her back arching off the bed as a wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her trembling in its wake.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself.

Despite her exhaustion, Layla reached for Lucius, her hands gripping his arms as she pulled him up to meet her.

Her eyes were heavy with desire, her lips parted as she whispered, “I’m not done yet.” Lucius smirked, his ocean-blue eyes dark with intensity.

“Neither am I,” he murmured as he claimed her lips in another searing kiss.

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