Chapter 108: Call an ambulance
The next morning, Layla’s heavy eyelids fluttered open, the soft light of dawn bathing the room in a warm glow. The first thing her eyes focused on was Lucius’s face, serene in the depths of sleep. They lay tangled together beneath the sheets, legs intertwined in a gentle embrace.
A smile tugged at her lips as the memories of the night before rushed back to her—intense and electrifying. She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed because of the intense pleasure, and the mere thought sent a ripple of shivers down her spine.
Careful not to wake him, Layla slid out of the bed and reached for a thin robe, draping it over her shoulders before padding to the washroom.
The cool tiles met her bare feet as she stood before the mirror, her reflection revealing a flushed face framed by tousled hair. Her eyes widened as they trailed down her body, taking in the red marks scattered across her skin like wildflowers in bloom.
"What’s this?" she murmured, a mix of surprise and wonder in her voice as she twisted to inspect her back. The marks were a testament to the night they’d shared and their evidence had now imprinted on her skin. Hickeys dotted her neck, shoulders, and the curve of her waist— making a map of his unrestrained passion.
Layla’s heart raced at the realization, warmth pooling in her cheeks. Lucius hadn’t left a single part of her untouched. She brushed her teeth till the time bathtub filled up. Washing herself well, she finally came to the bedroom wearing a bathrobe.
Layla’s gaze fell upon Lucius, lying face down on the bed, his back adorned with red scratch marks. She inhaled sharply, glancing down at her own nails, evidence of the intensity of their night together. Stepping closer, she sat beside him, her fingers trailing softly along his back in an almost apologetic caress.
Lucius stirred, his eyes fluttering open as the morning sun bathed her face, casting a soft, warm glow that took his breath away. In one swift move, he caught her wrist, pulling her down against his chest as he rolled onto his back.
"I wanted to wake up with you still here in bed," he murmured, his voice thick with drowsy affection. "But here you are—already bathed and ready to leave for work." His fingers skimmed her thigh, drawing her even closer before he flipped her gently onto the mattress.
Her heart raced as his lips found her throat, igniting the embers of last night’s passion. Her bathrobe slipped from her shoulder, revealing faint red marks on her skin. Lucius’s gaze softened, realization dawning on him.
"Did I hurt you last night?" he asked, searching her eyes with quiet concern.
Layla shook her head, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "No. I was a bit sore this morning, but I’m fine now." Her hand drifted to his cheek, stroking it tenderly. "You should freshen up. Then, we will have breakfast together," she opined.