Stop yelling at my husband

When Lucius suddenly let go of her breasts, Layla didn't know what to expect next. His lips crashed against hers with fervor, and she reciprocated with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Layla was now more comfortable with his touch, having accepted him fully, both physically and emotionally. She wasn't sure when this shift had happened, but she liked it, relishing in the warmth of this newfound intimacy.

"Let's get rid of this dress," he whispered against her lips, giving her earlobe a teasing bite.

"Are we going to do it?" she asked softly while catching her breath .

"Don't you want to?" He met her gaze, his eyes darkened with desire.

"No. I want to," she affirmed, her hands caressing his arms gently. "I don't want to stop myself from becoming yours."