Chapter 51: I hate you
Lucius pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Layla’s neck and down to her shoulder, each one leaving behind faint red marks.
His hand hovered teasingly over her belly, not rushing but allowing her pleasure to simmer and build gradually.
Being her first time, he was careful with every movement, intent on making sure she felt as much pleasure as he would.
With his other hand, Lucius trailed his fingers lightly between the valley of her breasts, sending shivers through her body.
His darkened eyes locked onto hers for a moment, drinking in her reactions—the way her breath hitched, her half-lidded gaze, and the soft, needy sounds escaping her lips.
"Lucius..." she whispered, his name barely audible before a sweet moan followed as his lips found the swell of her left breast. Her eyes fluttered open, realizing her bare skin was fully exposed to his gaze, and it made her shy.
"You are beautiful, Layla. So beautiful," Lucius whispered, his voice rough with desire as he brought his face close to hers. He gently nibbled on her bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp from her, while his hand that had been teasing her womanhood now rested on her belly, drawing slow, lazy circles. "I’ve wanted you for so long," he murmured against her lips, his breath both warm and heavy.
Layla’s hands moved to the knots of his robe, deftly untying them. Her palms met the bare skin of his abdomen, and the sensation made him groan deeply, the sound vibrating in the space between them.
Their eyes opened simultaneously, locking in an intense gaze. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her hands behind him as their lips crashed together in a fervent kiss, full of heat and longing. Lucius let the back of his finger trail slowly up her belly, teasing just beneath her breast with a feather-light touch that made her body tremble in anticipation.
A soft moan escaped her lips—"Mmmmh..."—as his hand finally cupped her breast, squeezing gently but with a steady, deliberate pressure.
The intense pleasure rippled through Layla, sending waves of shivers across her body, making her arch against him instinctively.