Chapter 133: Waves of pleasure
Layla stood before the mirror as she rested the earring on the dressing table. ’Why did Orabela move out? What’s cooking in her head? She’s the type, who will not let go all of this easily,’ she contemplated.
Suddenly a pair of arms embraced her and she lifted her head. "What are you thinking?" Lucius whispered, his nose nuzzling the crook of her neck.
"Nothing," Layla replied and turned to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she initiated the kiss, startling her husband. He smiled as he parted her lips and eagerly nipped her bottom lip before sucking it.
"Mmhnm." A shaky moan escaped her mouth. She welcomed his tongue in her mouth and jumped up to lock her legs around his torso. Lucius held her firmly while not stopping kissing her even for a second.
Slowly, he walked them to the bed and settled on it while she straddled him. Pushing back her hair, she finally withdrew and so did he to take in the air. Her hands cupped his face as she peered into his eyes. "Don’t take Roderick’s words into your heart. I heard what he said to you. But I am surprised you stayed so calm. How?"
"He is nephew. I can’t beat him even if he blames me," Lucius answered.
’It’s upsetting to hear. I believe you must be in trauma after that happened. But everyone ignored you,’ Layla thought.
She wanted him to forget the venomous nonsense Roderick had spewed, to erase the doubts lingering in his mind.
Acting on impulse, she leaned in and kissed him again, this time with more fervor. Her fingers found the hem of his t-shirt, and in one swift motion, she pulled it over his head, discarding it carelessly.