His Layla

The door thud opened as both Lucius and Layla entered a suite, which he just booked. His frame pressing on hers, his hands cradled her thin neck as he passionately kissed her. 

Meanwhile Layla had a tight hold on his blazer. She matched the rhythm of his kiss, her entire body was burning hot and she wanted this sensation to leave her body. 

She brought her hands to his neck and deftly removed his tie before loosening the buttons of his shirt. Lucius, however, grasped her hands and pinned them to the wall behind her. He withdrew from the kiss and peppered kisses down her jawline to her neck, tasting the softness of her skin. Layla's body arched toward him, her pulse racing, her desire evident in the way she pressed against him.

She let out a soft moan, her hands trapped under his firm grip, yet her body aching for more. "Lucius…" she whispered, her voice filled with need as she tugged lightly against his hold.