Chapter 125: Doing what, Layla?
After dinner, as Layla prepared their bed, Lucius entered the room holding a small, neatly wrapped bag. "Layla," he called softly, drawing her attention. She turned, curious, and he handed her the bag with a warm smile.
"I didn’t forget to bring you something from Spain," he said, his voice laced with gentle amusement. "I only teased you earlier to see your reaction."
Layla chuckled, feeling her cheeks warm. "You have a unique way of surprising me," she murmured, pulling out a delicate silk shawl from the bag. It was embroidered with intricate patterns that hinted at Spanish artistry, soft to the touch, and radiating a comforting warmth that went beyond the fabric. "I love it," she whispered, tracing her fingers over the threads. "With autumn so close, I’ll enjoy wrapping myself in this every evening."
As she went to place the bag aside, her eyes caught a glimpse of another box inside. Surprised, she turned to Lucius. "You bought another gift?"
Smiling at her reaction, Lucius nodded as she carefully opened the box to reveal a bracelet made of stunning Mallorcan pearls, gleaming softly in the light. Without hesitation, she extended her hand. "Put it on for me?"
Lucius took her hand and slipped the bracelet onto her wrist with gentle precision. "These pearls are a specialty of Spain," he explained, fastening the clasp. "I wanted to give you something you could keep with you forever."
When he finished, Layla, overwhelmed with affection, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, her gratitude and love speaking louder than words.
Lucius’s eyes sparkled with joy as he lightly touched his lips, savoring the lingering warmth of her kiss. He watched as Layla moved toward the closet to put the bag away, but when she returned, he wasted no time, pulling her into his arms and capturing her lips once more. Her soft moan vibrated against his mouth as she matched his rhythm, their passion growing in the quiet intimacy of the room.
When Layla became breathless, she tapped gently on his shoulder, signaling for a pause. Lucius obliged but didn’t fully pull away, giving her a moment to catch her breath before he resumed with tender, unhurried kisses. His hands cradled her neck, thumbs tenderly brushing her cheeks, and then slowly slid down to rest at her waist, holding her close.