บท 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.