Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: The intense pleasure

Layla woke up early in the morning and the first thing she did was searching about Lucius’s older brother. She saw the articles which popped up on the screen, mostly accusing Lucius for the death the future chairman of the De Salvo Groups.

She clicked the first article and began skimming through it. She went through a few more articles related to the accident when she came across one strange article.

While reading it, Layla felt that people were too harsh on Lucius back then. His father even removed him from the company because the backlash was severe. ‘But why? Even Lucius got into that car accident. He was injured too. Badly. But no one cared for him. And his mother, did she come to look after Lucius?’ she thought.

Closing her phone, she put it away and turned to look at Lucius, who was sleeping peacefully. “I wonder how tough your life was. I won’t let Orabela and Roderick to ruin your reputation. If Roderick told something like this to Orabela that means they might use it against you,” she murmured and decided to do something before they could.

Reaching her hand out to Lucius’s head, she caressed it slowly. ‘You won’t be alone anymore. I won’t let anyone throw mud at you. It’s difficult for any of us to understand how much pain you are holding inside you,’ she thought.

Her hand rested on his cheek as she admired him silently. Before she could withdrew her hand, Lucius grasped it and slowly opened his eyes.

“I disturbed your sleep,” Layla felt a bit upset.

“No, you didn’t,” Lucius replied and turned his head to look at the time. “Oh! It’s past eight in the morning. I slept a lot today,” he said and turned to look at Layla, who suddenly kissed him.

“Ahh, it was supposed to be on your cheek,” she said, pointing at it. “But I think on the lips, it was better,” she muttered, smiling a little. Her smiled faded, seeing the desire lingering in his eyes. Lucius had made the initial attempts always, so this time Layla thought to do it.

Leaning close to him, she kissed him, this time longer than before. His hand instinctively moved to her lower back, drawing her close, thus sharing the heat between their bodies.

Lucius yanked away the blanket, his legs entwining with hers as he slowly hovered above her. His hand cradled her neck. Possessively and affectionately. Layla’s hands rested on his chest, feeling the hard muscles and the racing beats of his heart.

The way he nibbled her lips, sent shivers down her spine, his other hand would remained fixed on her waist. A low moan escaped her mouth when he licked her bottom lip before nipping it. She let out a cry of which pain he soothed again by tracing his tongue along the contour of her lower lip.

The moment she parted her lips, Lucius deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that made her shiver.

Layla’s hands, no longer on his chest, slid up to his neck, tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against her even through their clothes, sending a flush of heat through her body.

When they finally broke the kiss, Layla gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Layla, you’ll be the death of me,” Lucius murmured against her skin, trailing kisses from her jawline down to her exposed neck.

His hand slowly made its way up from her waist, grazing her breast through the fabric of her nightdress.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she arched her back, the thin straps of her nightgown slipping off her shoulders with little resistance.

Lucius didn’t hesitate, gently pulling them down further. He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck before leaning back. Layla instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushing with embarrassment.

“You still get shy,” he remarked, his voice deep and rough with desire. Rising to his knees, Lucius tugged off his t-shirt, revealing his tattooed chest and one of the shoulders. Her name was inked there, a permanent reminder of how much she meant to him.

Lowering himself back down, he parted her legs with his knee, his hands gently grasping her wrists. He lifted one hand to his lips, kissing her palm and then her knuckles, the tenderness of the gesture making her heart race wildly. He did the same with her other hand before pinning both above her head.

Their faces drew closer, his nose brushing against hers, his warm breath ghosting over her lips, sending shivers down her spine. “Lucius,” she whispered.

“Yes, darling?” His gaze flickered between her eyes and lips as he traced a slow path with his finger from her jawline down to her collarbone, and then to her breast.

Layla’s breath hitched, and when he cupped her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, a soft moan, “Mmmh,” escaped her lips. Lucius dipped his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck, his lips trailing down to her breast, which now ached for his attention.

“Ah, Lucius!” she cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure as his mouth found her second breast. His hand remained on the first, his fingers skillfully twisting the peak between his thumb and forefinger, while he blew cool air over the other, causing her body to feel the real pleasure.

Layla’s cries and moans intertwined, her body writhing beneath him as her head thrashed against the pillow. She instinctively tried to free her hands from his grip, but Lucius held them firmly above her head, keeping her pinned as he continued to tease her mercilessly.

When he was finally satisfied, Lucius loosened his grip on her hands, letting them fall free as he switched his attention. His mouth latched onto her first breast, sucking gently while his hand moved to fondle the other.

“Lucius! Anh! Ngh!”

Layla’s moans grew louder this time, her mind turning dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure. His every touch and kiss, left her breathless, craving for more. She arched her back in response, wanting him to keep giving her the intense pleasure she was lost in.