Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Not leaving this bed

“Good morning,” Layla replied, surprised to see him already in a bathrobe.

“I used the other washroom,” Lucius explained, extending his hand to her. When Layla took it, he drew her close, pressing her gently against him. His nose brushed against her cheek in a slow, affectionate gesture.

Layla closed her eyes, biting her lip as the warmth of his body enveloped her, a growing comfort in his embrace that hadn’t been there before.

Lucius noticed her relaxation, sensing the shift in her ease around him. Grazing his lips along her jawline, he left a trail of tender kisses before moving down to her neck.

“It’s a pleasure to start the morning like this,” he murmured against her skin, his voice hushed and intimate. His hands wandered gently along her back, soothing her with each soft caress.

Layla felt her nerves melt away under his touch, letting herself savor the tenderness of the moment.

“Did you kiss me this morning?” Lucius asked in a low voice, his lips brushing Layla’s neck as he continued planting soft kisses. His eyes locked onto hers, and she gasped, clearly surprised.

“Weren’t you asleep?” she asked, her breathing becoming erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I wake up easily, even with the slightest noises or touches,” he responded smoothly, his hand sliding to the front of her bathrobe, fingers playing with the knots.

“Do you want to experience something intense this morning?” Lucius asked huskily, his lips inching toward her ear. He kissed her earlobe, nipping and licking it, drawing sweet, low moans from Layla’s lips.

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought between keeping them open or closed, lost in the sensation. His fingers tugged at the knots of her bathrobe, loosening them as his hand slipped inside, making contact with her bare skin for the first time. Meanwhile, his lips traveled to her cheek, trailing gentle kisses.

“Lucius!” Layla called out, her voice breathy and full of emotion, forcing him to look at her.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his fingers tracing circles on her belly.

“I-I’m not wearing anything underneath,” Layla admitted, her voice faltering with shyness.

Lucius grinned, his eyes glinting with desire. “That’s even better,” he murmured, but when she stammered, “No, I’m shy… Don’t look down…” her words trailed off as Lucius gently withdrew his hand from her belly, respecting her hesitation.

He gazed at her softly, pulling her closer. “I won’t rush you,” he assured her, his lips grazing her forehead with a tender kiss, letting the moment settle between them as he tied the knots on her bathrobe.

“Thank you,” Layla whispered, looking into his deep blue eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly.

Lucius responded instantly, his hand sliding to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her damp hair. His other hand cradled her neck, the pads of his long fingers pressing her skin tenderly. He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth wide as his tongue slipped into her mouth with a hungry urgency.

Layla’s grip tightened on the bathrobe he wore, her body instinctively mirroring his movements. She mimicked his actions, their tongues meeting and tangling, sending a shiver of electricity down both of their spines. The sensation overwhelmed her, and a louder moan escaped her lips, filling the space between them.

Lucius growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her, fueling the intensity of the kiss. He swiftly lifted Layla into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.

Their lips never parted, the kiss growing more intense with each passing second. As he laid her down gently, his hand remained firm on her waist, holding her steady.

Layla’s hands moved from his chest to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she locked her arms around him.

In that moment, she surrendered completely. Her body was ablaze with desire, every nerve on fire, craving his touch. She wanted him—more than anything—and the heat started to pool between her legs of which she was unaware herself.

Lucius hovered over her, his breath warm against her lips as his eyes searched hers, silently asking for permission, even though her body had already spoken for her.

“Layla, stop me or else, I won’t,” Lucius said, his eyes carried the love and desire both.

“I-I want to experience it,” Layla said and bit her bottom lip.

Lucius stopped blinking, his eyes grew bigger. Did he hear it right?

“I feel strange. My entire body is on fire and I love it when you touch me even if it’s for a slightest second,” Layla proclaimed, not realizing what came inside her to say such bold words to him.

“Do you mean it?” Lucius again asked.

“Y-yes,” Layla replied and again bit her bottom lip.

“Don’t!” He brushed his thumb over her already wet lips. His thumb then rested on her cheek as he again kissed her, this time the kiss was rough which made her stomach churn.

His free hand easily moved to her thigh and inched up slowly, his fingers ready to explore her womanhood.

Layla moaned heavily against his mouth, her mind getting dizzy. Just several moments ago, she was too shy to even have his hand anywhere on her body, but now she craved for his touches.

He let go of her mouth, giving themselves time to breath while his hand was now on her inner thigh, drawing circles there. He noticed every reaction of hers.

“Have you ever been–”

“No. Never. You are the first. Even when I dated I never allowed– Ahhh!” Layla gasped when his fingers touched her core, spinning and hazing her mind entirely. He didn’t let her say ‘Roderick’ since it was their special moment and he didn’t wish to hear another man’s name.

He ducked his head to the crook of her neck and sucked her skin, leaving a deep red mark behind.

“Layla, you aren’t leaving this bed today.”