Chapter 15: His Layla
The door thud opened as both Lucius and Layla entered a suite, which he just booked. His frame pressing on hers, his hands cradled her thin neck as he passionately kissed her.
Meanwhile Layla had a tight hold on his blazer. She matched the rhythm of his kiss, her entire body was burning hot and she wanted this sensation to leave her body.
She brought her hands to his neck and deftly removed his tie before loosening the buttons of his shirt. Lucius, however, grasped her hands and pinned them to the wall behind her. He withdrew from the kiss and peppered kisses down her jawline to her neck, tasting the softness of her skin. Layla’s body arched toward him, her pulse racing, her desire evident in the way she pressed against him.
She let out a soft moan, her hands trapped under his firm grip, yet her body aching for more. "Lucius..." she whispered, her voice filled with need as she tugged lightly against his hold.
Lucius slowed down, which Layla hadn’t expected. He lifted his head to meet her gaze. "We’ll continue this... when you’re not under the influence. When you’re ready to feel everything," he whispered. It was a promise from him. Though it was quite hard for him to resist, he wished Layla would be in her senses when they would do it.
Layla looked at him, her body still humming with the fire he’d ignited, but she knew he was right. She smiled faintly, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. "I will remember everything you’ll do to it. I truly need you. I want to feel loved," she said.
Freeing her wrists from his grip, she gently cupped his face, pulling him closer. Her lips met his in a slow, passionate kiss, her tongue tracing the soft contours of his mouth, teasingly exploring.
She could feel the once again weight of his body pressing against hers, something hard pressing insistently against her stomach, igniting a spark of desire deep in both of them.
Lucius gripped her shoulders, gently pushing her back against the wall. His lips trailed soft kisses down her neck, before he nipped her earlobe, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Layla’s fingers slid lower, slowly unbuttoning the last of his shirt.
The moment her fingers brushed against his firm, chiseled abs, he groaned, his breath almost hitching. Layla pressed her lips to his throat, just above Adam’s apple, making him groan again.
"Fuck!"
That was all it took for Lucius to lose control. He swept her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bed.