LXT: Chapter 9: Elizabeth, Lex, and Lyla

Lyla beamed up at him,

"I'm so excited for tonight!"

He regarded her for a moment,

"I am too, but not for the masquerade."

"Then for….?"

Lex smirked,

"Patience Lyla, if I told you it would ruin the allure of mystery."

"I hate waiting."

"I would have never guessed."

A man entered the apartment and gathered the remaining bags by the door.

"Is there anything else Mr. Luthor?"

Lex glanced at Lyla.

"You're sure you have everything you need?"

Lyla nodded,

"We're staying three nights in the presidential suite above the ballroom, where tonight we shall dance, sip champagne, and sneak away to kiss on the balcony with only the moon as our witness...Lex I've been preparing for a night such as this all my life."

He leaned over and kissed Lyla on the forehead. Then he turned his attention back to the man.

"That will be everything. Ms. Shay will call you when she's ready and you will drive her to the hotel. Our goal is to meet there around seven, so be in the area waiting for her call before then."

"Yes Mr. Luthor."

Lex dismissed the man and picked up Lyla's hand.

"I have to take care of some things at the lab before this evening but I promise I will meet you there. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to but an issue has arised that requires my immediate attention."

"I understand Lex."

He gave her a thorough examination.

"Are you sure? I know you have this evening planned out to a T and I don't want to disappoint you but this is detrimental, I believe it's an easy fix, an error with excessive amounts of sodium chloride in my solution. I want to run some tests with Dr. Jules to confirm….I apologize, I'm getting carried away aren't I?"

Lyla smiled,

"I admire your passion for your work, never apologize for it."

Lex grinned, he grabbed his lab coat and slipped it on,

"I'm going to head out, I'll see you tonight, seven sharp!"

Lyla laughed, "I won't hold my breath, but I won't hold it against you either, my mad scientist."

He shot her a quick glance, a look of genuine appreciation, then he was out the door.

….

Lyla stepped through the doors and was met with swirling colors: golds, silvers, reds, and blues. Everyone was disguised in glorious masks as they moved as one fantastic being across the dance floor.

She smiled as she watched them, one of those wide, genuine smiles which exposed her white teeth.

A figure in the distance caught sight of her and for a moment, he stilled.

Cold blue eyes pierced through Lyla from behind a black mask. Lex's eyes, but this wasn't Lex. Thick waves of salt and pepper hair fell handsomely around his sharp face. He wore a purple velvet coat, that billowed as he strode purposely towards her, the sea of dancers parting as he made his way through them.

When he reached her, his lips peeled back in a serpent-like smile.

He extended his hand.

"You must be the woman who's captivated my son."

Lyla slipped her hand into his,

"You might say that, I'm Lyla Shay."

"Lionel Luthor... No wonder my son had been so distant from LuthorCorp as of late, you are quite stunning."

Lyla smiled cautiously.

"Thank you, I should go find Lex, he'll be looking for me."

"Lex is preoccupied at the moment, in the meantime, would you share a dance with me?"

Lyla hesitated.

"You wouldn't refuse an old man this small kindness, would you?"

There was nothing that hinted "old man" in the way Lionel carried himself, he was tall and broad, and above all else carried an arrogance that exceeded even that of his son. Lionel knew he was the ruler of the world, and he scanned the room of guests as if they were peasants trespassing in his kingdom.

"I'm not much of a dancer."

"Have you danced with Lex yet?"

"I have."

"Then you'll be comfortable following my lead."

Lionel held her hand firmly in his, and lead her towards the dance floor, not giving her a chance to disagree. He turned to face her again, his every movement emanated power. There was no option but to bend to his will. Lionel took his other hand and securely placed it on her back. Then they were dancing.

Of course Lionel was a brilliant dancer, sweeping her across the floor as if she were a marionette and he the puppet master, pulling the strings. Lionel always pulled all the strings.

"So my dear, tell me your story, who are you exactly?"

She paused, unsure of how much she wanted Lionel to know.

"I'm a student who has classes with Lex."

"What do you study?"

"Classic romantic Literature."

Something flashed in Lionel's eyes.

"Interesting, and which romantic work of fiction stirred your soul and persuaded you to make literature your sought out area of expertise?"

"Wuthering Heights."

"Heathcliff? How suiting, considering you're dating my morally questionable son."

"I find his passion thrilling."

Lyla didn't elaborate as to whom she was referring.

"Yes, but Passion burns out. As temperature rises and the flame flickers rapidly the candle melts away, the wick chars, the flame is extinguished, then all that remains is smoke and ash."

"You're right. Passion is an empty emotion, it blinds us from reality, it makes fools of many. Yet without passion we are dull and there is no point of living once the spark is lost from your eyes."

Lionel regarded her for a moment, "I can certainly understand Lex's fascination with you; however, I must disagree. A spark in one's eyes will not conquer empires, it's power that makes a man, not ideals. And the road to achieving great power does not lie in chasing passions, but in careful planning and strategy, sharp focus and an understanding of your opponent's weaknesses."

Lyla shook her head,

"It's love that matters. Love outlives all else. It can exist as a quiet flutter and the next moment it just consumes you. I believe love conquers all."

Lionel's gaze swept over her, she was unlike any of the previous Lex girls that his son had paraded about. Those little trinkets Lex had played around with and then tossed away, just as Lionel had taught him.

"You remind me of Lillian, Lex's mother. The same innocence, the same eyes glazed over in impossible dreams. Lex never stood a chance with you."

For a moment Lyla felt as if he was looking at her with affection. He drew her in, making her want to open up to him.

"I wear my heart on my sleeve, I'm not sure if it's a weakness or a curse."

"A weakness I assure you, but a weakness that makes grown men fall to their knees before you. Perhaps in that regard, it's your greatest strength after all."

Lyla licked her lips, he made her nervous, she couldn't tell if he was sincere or playing her.

"Ms. Shay, do you love Lex?"

She stilled on the dancefloor.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play daft, it isn't flattering for you. You're a smart girl and you heard what I said."

She didn't respond. Lionel smiled charmingly,

"Alright, does he love you?"

"Mr. Luthor, he and I haven't discussed that yet and I really don't see how it's any of your business at this time."

"He hasn't told you, has he? Lex isn't capable of loving anyone. He doesn't feel emotion the way a normal person does. He only knows extremes. Extreme hatred, extreme passion, or the absence of feeling all together."

Lyla's lips pressed into a line, as if she were physically biting back words. Lionel raised a brow.

"It isn't your fault, by any means. Lex is simply incapable of being selfless enough to love someone else. I believe it stems from losing his mother at such a vital age, perhaps his depression caused some sort of chemical imbalance in his brain… but I'm not the scientist, I wouldn't know."

"You're wrong, Lex is selfless, he's very giving."

"Oh he's generous to a beautiful woman, no doubt, and he may even believe that he loves you...He doesn't. He may be obsessed with you, but he'll never love you the way your romantic novels promised you. You'll never see it coming when he does what he always does. He'll push you away. He may hint otherwise, but I assure you, those walls he's built around himself are impenetrable. He's my son, I know him better than anyone."

Lyla pulled her hand out of his, but took a step towards Lionel, she titled her head up to look him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry but...I don't think you do."

Lionel smiled.

"Beautiful, tragically romantic, girl, Lex is already damaged and you are making him weak. You distract him from his work...he worships you, and it will end. What you have, is a charming fantasy not the eternal devotion you seek. When you finally walk away, when you realize you can't cope with Lex's lies, his unstable state of mind and controlling tendencies, you will break him. I won't have that."

Lyla stepped backed, suddenly crumbling under Lionel's power play. Her eyes fell to the floor as his words etched themselves in her mind.

"Lyla, there you are. I've been looking for you."

Lex grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his side, she immediately wrapped herself around him, almost hiding in him.

"I see you've met my father. I'm sorry."

Lionel feigned offense.

"Now Lex, that's no way to treat your father. Lyla is wonderful, she's quite the little dreamer, perfect for you. Well enjoy your night, Lyla it was...enchanting to meet you."

Lionel swept away into the crowd of people.

Lyla felt every muscle tense in Lex's body.

He looked down at her, catching the unease in her reluctant gaze.

"What did he say to you."

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"Lyla..."

"He said I reminded him of your mother and then he said I could use my emotions, which are both my weakness and my strength to have men throw themselves at my feet, or something. It was a lot of conversation and I was still concentrating on dancing."

Lex eyed her skeptically, "Well he isn't wrong. There's something you're not telling me though."

She laughed it off.

"Stop looking so grief stricken, everything is fine Lex."

Lex narrowed his eyes, his mouth curled in anger.

"Why are you hiding things from me? My father makes liars out of saints, don't be a pawn in his games."

"Oh wow...you really need to let it go, have some champagne and just dance with me."

Lex's expression flashed from anger to hurt to a calm realization.

"Ah...of course. He painted me as something broken, as someone too obsessive to understand true emotion and thus our relationship is destined to fail, right?"

At her silence he laughed without humor.

Lyla sighed, "I told you we could let it go."

"What do you think Lyla?"

"I think your father is spiteful."

"You know that isn't what I meant, when you're done playing child's games and avoiding my questions, come find me. I'm going to get some air."

He stalked off the dance floor, sntached a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and walked out to the balcony.

….

Lyla sighed and walk in the opposite direction to the bathrooms. She idly stared at her own reflection and touched up her makeup as she stalled their pending confrontation.

A woman entered, Lyla caught her reflection in the mirror. It was the blonde she'd seen that night from the club. Lyla immediately gathered her things to leave.

"Wait! Please."

She reached for Lyla's arm,

"We got off to the wrong start before, my name is Elizabeth. I'm sorry for upsetting you before."

Lyla glared at her skeptically.

"Let go of me."

Elizabeth released her,

"I swear, I was just looking out for you. Lyla...I need to talk to you, just a few minutes of your time."

Lyla ran her hand through her hair. "I need to get back."

Elizabeth moved forward and blocked the door with her body.

"Look Lyla, I used to be like you. I looked at Lex like he was this prince from another time...but he's not what he seems, I have proof."

Elizabeth took out her phone.

"Just look at the picture, see what the man you're dating is capable of. You need to know."

Lyla hesitated.

The beautiful blonde held her phone out to Lyla.

In the photo there was Elizabeth, sitting on a chair, her wrists tied behind her, her ankles bound below. She stared straight into the camera, tears streaming down her face. On closer inspection the skin of her legs was raised with welts of various sizes. Lex's hand was wrapped around her throat.

Lyla hardly recognized Lex, he seemed unaware of the camera, his eyes were dead, vacantly fixed towards something in the distance, he appeared bored, his mouth slightly twisted in disgust, as if he found the situation repulsive.

"Lyla he made me believe he cared about me, that this was the only way he could learn to love...by taking out his frustrations on me….he seduced me, he used me, and then he grew tired of me."

Lyla tore her eyes away from the horrific image. She couldn't hide the shock on her face.

She drew away from the girl.

"Ex-excuse me."

Lyla hurried out of the bathroom and passed through the dancers to the outside balcony.

…..

Lex didn't turn as she approached, he was leaning against the wall, staring out at the night sky. His face unreadable.

Lyla composed herself and spoke plainly,

"It seems I can't walk two steps without crossing into enemy lines."

"Who did you run into?"

"Elizabeth...I know what you did to her."

Lex raised a brow.

"I gave her something to remember me by."

"What are you, some sort of monster?"

Lex narrowed his eyes.

"I suppose I was."

"You suppose...Lex she showed me the photo, the welts on her body, she was crying Lex!"

His voice was flat,

"She deserved it. All she had to do was tell me to stop, nothing elaborate, that one word was all I required, but she wanted LuthorCorp more. She wanted to play me and I never play a game I can't win."

"You're seriously disturbed."

"Perhaps...but do you care to hear my side, or have you already come to your own conclusions?"

Lyla took a breath.

"Explain it to me, because I can't understand this."

"Elizabeth Lynne was the vice president of Greene Industries, LuthorCorp's rival. She approached me at one of our business conferences with a proposition I couldn't refuse. She had this idea to merge our companies, and maximize profit. I agreed to her plan. She flirted her way to my attention and we ended up sleeping together. It was strictly physical, a sort of celebration of our new deal, but the one time hookup became habit. Then for some reason I gradually stopped seeing other women. I realized I had started growing attached to her so I told her we needed to end it. She refused, insisting that her feelings for me had grown as well...I believed her. I believed her when she said she cared for me. I should have known better but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. ...I opened myself up to her, Then I caught her on camera stealing my company's secrets. There never had been intention for merging our companies, she just wanted to take out LuthorCorp and I was the key. Everything had been an elaborate scheme."

"So you got even?"

"No. I don't get even, I get revenge. I didn't let her know that I'd found out about her deceit, I joined in the ruse. Then I cracked into her laptop, copied the files for myself, destroyed Greene Industries from the inside and blacklisted her. Not only did she lose her position as future CEO but she can never work in a corporate position again. When I want someone ruined, I make certain the damage is permanent."

"How long did you pretend you really cared about her?"

"I found out about her betrayal within the first few months, then I kept her close for almost a year."

"...You know she believed you right?"

"Of course she did, I played my part to perfection, I didn't even cheat on her. I did however, expose her to some darker tastes as a way to release a bit of my anger, which she revealed to you."

"You went out of your way to hurt her."

"I did, and she let me. She was willing to do whatever it took to gain control over LuthorCorp. I wanted to see how far she would go."

"And…?"

"And it seemed she was without limitations."

"How could you though…"

"What? Exploit her? Use her in return for using me? That's life, Lyla. I don't take lightly to betrayal."

Lyla was quiet.

Lex shook his head.

"Look, I never did anything without consent...What do you want me to say? I'm not sorry."

"I guess I want you to say you'd never do that to me."

He snarled,

"Do what? Fuck with you mentally?"

"Yes Lex because what you did is sick...it's borderline psychotic."

Lex fell silent. He stared at her with that guarded look of his.

"You're afraid of me now, aren't you?"

His tone was flat, unfeeling.

"A little yes."

He drew a slow breath.

"Lyla, I wouldn't do that to you. If you ever betrayed me…"

He thought about it for a moment, his eyes grew dark as he contemplated just what he was capable of.

"Well Lex, if I ever betrayed you what would you do?"

His eyes met hers, the look he gave her made her feel as if she was drowning.

"I guess I wouldn't do anything..."

"You would torture Elizabeth for what she did but you would do me the kindness of...just letting me be?"

It was obvious she didn't believe him.

"Yes Lyla. I couldn't pretend with you."

"Why not? You're such a fine actor."

"Damn it, just let it go."

"No Lex, I don't understand, why would you just let me go? If I broke your trust what's the difference?"

"There's a difference."

"There isn't though. So what would you really do? Would you hurt me Lex, leave marks on my body too?"

Lex's wiped his hand over his brow in distress.

"What? I would never...I could never hurt you. How can you even say that?"

"I know you have a fixation on control. Why wouldn't you hurt me Lex? You're obviously capable of it..."

His eyes flashed dangerously, in an instant he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.

"Because I love you!"

The anger washed away from his face as he realized he had let those words slip. This was not the way he'd wanted to tell her.

Lyla stared at him with shocked, wide eyes.

What had he done? His hands were still tightly gripping her, he let them fall from her and shoved them into his pockets.

Dread built up inside him as the the silence progressed.

She thought he was a monster.

She knew one of his darkest secrets.

She knew how far he'd go for revenge.

Lex felt sick. Too many glasses of champagne danced with the butterflies in his stomach. Seduction came naturally to Lex, but confessing his love for the woman who now feared him was his own personal hell. This was Lex out of his element, not in control, it was a position he rarely found himself in.

He'd wanted to make tonight perfect for her, to give her that dream of a masquerade ball and whisper beautiful things to her as they danced. They'd never had the chance, it had gone to shit from the start and this was the finale.

Lyla stepped away from him. Lex felt his desperation take hold.

You always knew she was too good.

You were a fool to think you could keep her.

Lionel was right,

She knows who you really are.

Now she will never love you.

"Lex...I, I don't know what to say. This is all so much to take in."

He tried to collect himself, he fought the urge to reach out and grab her again so she couldn't walk away from him.

He licked his lips, for once lost for words. His sharp mind raced with ways to save the evening, to save the relationship he wanted more than anything.

She looked away from him and murmured,

"Can we leave? I just don't want to be here anymore."

She stood beside him yet suddenly she was so far away.

He gave a curt nod and silently took her hand and they passed through the doors making their way through the dancers to the elevators at the opposite end. When they were inside and the doors closed behind them, Lyla pulled her hand free from his. Lex pressed a button and they ascended to the presidential suite.

The ride seemed to last an eternity in deafening silence. Lex tried to catch her gaze but she stared blankly at her shoes.

They reached their room at last and Lex opened the door for her, as she passed through the place was decorated like a palace.

Everything was white, as if they were on their honeymoon. White billowing curtains were parted to show a view of the city lights, a flowery scent filled her nose as she picked her way through the entrance and found herself approaching the four-post bed with the white canopy, red roses adored either end table and petals were scattered upon the white sheets. There was an envelope with Lyla's name written intricately in pristine cursive, a seal wax closed it adorned with the initials LL.

Lex followed into the room. The sickening feeling had worsened. He cleared his throat.

"I had expected the night to go...differently, perhaps you should just throw the letter out."

"You took the time to write me, I'm going to read it."

Lex watched her sit down on the bed and peel the envelope open. He shoved his hands into his pockets for the third time that evening. Then he stilled like a statue as he waited.

Lyla didn't glance back up, she focused on the letter in her hands:

My dear Lyla,

Before we continue down this path there is something I need to tell you.

I struggle every day to do what I believe is right, it goes against my upbringing, every lesson I've been taught, therefore I sometimes slip. There's a darkness inside me that's always present…It is this shadow that falls over me and I can't see through it. I'm bitter, I'm vengeful, I'm cold, there are days I don't feel anything at all. I go through my routine: work, study, research, repeat. Since I've met you something has changed. In a way, it's almost as if my world has always been a bleak, black and white film. Then you came in with this pallet of colors you carry with you wherever you go and suddenly I see beauty in even the mundane. You make me question beliefs I've been set in since I can remember.

I am not romantic. I don't care about the color of the sky as the evening sun sets, normally I miss it anyway. I know poetry, I know the intricate flowery language you cling to, but for me they are only words on a page that I've memorized so that I can use them to my advantage. I appreciate the style, the craft, the metaphors, the vocabulary, but I'm not affected the way you are. You fall in love with it, to me they're still just sentences a stranger wrote.

My point is, I do not care about the timeless stories of romantic lovers, they're dead now anyway as are the people who dreamt them up. I see the way you look at me, I feel every touch, and suddenly all those silly stories come to mind. Before you, I never related to the romantic literature I'd read, you are what gives it meaning for me. There is more poetry in the way your hand feels against my skin than in all the books in my library. So, I may never be the hero of your story, because I've known hell and heroes do not do partake in the sins I've committed. I've seen the worst parts of life and once that innocence is stripped from a person they can never get that back…Still I want to be something to you, I want to be who you rely on, I want to be the one you turn to and the one who makes you feel in ways you've never known.

I love you Lyla, I love you in the ways I've always mocked, I love you from the shadows of my soul and I love you in every gentle smile you grace me with.

You are the one person who holds power over me.

~Eternally yours,

Lex

Lyla brushed her fingers over the words, as if the ink could seep into her skin and stay with her forever.

At last she gazed up at him, he seemed paler than normal, as his collected manner deserted him and he wrung his wrist.

Everything about tonight had gone wrong.

"Well now that I look like a fool and you no longer know what you think of me…"

He seemed to lose his train of thought as he stared at her, His heart clenched at the sight.

There she sat on the edge of the bed holding his letter in her hands, the shimmering white gown fell slightly off her cream shoulders, she truly resembled an angel.

An angel who was unmoved by his confession. He could see it in her rigid body language, her silent anger, her distrust, her repulsion towards him.

Strong, stoic, stone-hearted Lex, was trembling.

He steadied his hands as pale eyes scanned her with his quiet intensity.

She stood up, her expression unreadable.

"I'm going to take a bath. I'll see you when I get out."

Lex watched her gather her bag of clothes and still carrying the letter, head into the bathroom.

He heard the click of the lock behind her, then he walked over to the bed and sat down.

He did what he did best.

He waited.

Countless scenarios played through his mind like a movie screen. He tried to think from every angle, tried to prepare for whatever was to come.

Lyla tied her hair up into a bun so that it would not be wet by the bath. She stepped into the jacuzzi tub and sank into the steaming water.

The letter sat on the ledge of the tub, the edges tucked beneath a candle, securely holding it in place.

Her eyes swept over the words again, words she'd always dreamt of… how ironic they should be tied to one whose wickedness knew no bounds.

The water all but seared her flesh, she wanted it hot. She wanted to be aware of every feeling coursing through her. She wanted to be in the moment and not allow herself to flutter back into dreams. She needed to think clearly.

At last Lyla emerged to see Lex laying with his back propped against the headboard and his long legs crossed at the ankles, as if he were at complete ease.

Only the obvious lack of blood coursing through his veins exposed his fears.

She stood before him in a white satin robe, raven tresses tumbled in loose waves down her back. The dramatic makeup remained in place, smokey lidded eyes and crimson lips.

How suiting.

"Relaxed?"

"Externally? Of course."

Lex held his hand out to her. She remained where she stood. He raised a brow and let his hand drop.

A few moments passed between them, Lex never once looked away from her.

At length, he spoke.

"Alright Lyla if you want out, I won't stop you. I don't want to control you. I don't want to make you do anything. I don't want to manipulate you or convince you. I just want you to choose to be with me on your own terms and I understand if your feelings about me have changed with this newfound knowledge. I want you to know though, I meant every word in that letter and I'll do anything to keep you."

"Lex I would be lying if I told you, your past didn't deeply disturb me."

"I warned you, my world isn't as appealing from within."

"No, it's not. It's vile."

Lyla's dark eyes set on him, laced with apprehension. After a moment he offered her a weak smile, easily reading her thoughts.

She had made her choice, and it wasn't him.

"Ok Lyla, I'll take you home in the morning, or you're free to go downstairs and use my driver now."

Lex closed his eyes, no longer able to look at her.

He heard her footsteps move across the floor, surely making her way to the door.

Lyla's voice was a whisper,

"But...it's your world, so I want to be a part of it."

Lex's heart stilled. He opened his eyes in genuine surprise.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Lyla's mouth and she climbed on top of the bed with him.

She took his hands in hers,

"I told you before, whatever your past holds I wouldn't hold it against you. That was before I knew the extent of some of the things you've done...However, I thought about it and I do trust you, and after reading your letter, I believe you Lex."

Lex blinked.

"You, you do?"

"I do. I still want you to be mine, and I want you to make me yours completely."

Lex paused.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

A shy yet sensual smile touched her lips.

Lyla suddenly wrapped her arms around Lex's neck. He chuckled as her mouth crashed against his, causing their teeth to clank with a rough passion he hadn't expected from her.

She breathed against his mouth,

"Yes Lex. I want you to make love to me. I want to belong to you."

Her words warmed him. She moved him as no one else could.

This was their moment.

Lyla tugged at his silk shirt, untucking it from his pants and sliding her hand beneath it to touch his bare skin. His hands traveled up into her hair, pulling it softly through his fingers.

He couldn't remember a time he had ever felt this happy. He didn't deserve her. Lex wasn't normally one to dwell on romantic ideals but with Lyla he believed she was his chance at a good life. She could balance his darkness with her light, she could understand the gray area he existed in. She accepted him, from his dark past to his ambitious future. She was the sort of person who would be loyal to him always.

Their kiss ended at last. They were out of breath, Lex's attention turned to the gentle curves of her body.

He cupped her face and brought his mouth back to her lips, but he did not kiss her. He lingered for a moment, his mouth nearing hers, then he lowered his mouth to her neck and started kissing it. She moaned softly.

Lyla slipped Lex's shirt off, and tossed it aside.

Lex brought his lips to hers again and kissed her in that way where she was his saviour and he was rising to heaven from his depths of hell. His innocent girl was about to blossom beneath him, in every sense of the word.

Lex removed Lyla's satin robe, followed by the white nightgown. He pulled back and gazed at her bare breasts. The expression in his eyes moved Lyla to reach out and touch his face.

Catching her wrist he kissed the inside of her palm. She curled her fingers in, to touch the shape of his lips.

He moved then, swapping their positions, he rolled her beneath him.

He bowed his head and let his mouth explore her body. His tongue ran over her breasts as his hand travelled to her white panties and pulled them down. Lyla hesitantly picked her legs up to help him.

She was naked before him once again.

Lex lowered his mouth to her most sensitive parts. She shuddered. A small secret smile touched her lips, knowing what was to come.

Lex did not disappoint. He devoured her.

She clawed her nails into him and he raised his head to look at her, that wolfish hunger had consumed him.

As Lyla met his eyes her shyness vanished. She wanted nothing more than to have this man inside of her, for him to become a part of her.

She told him so and felt him lengthen and harden against her.

She moved her hands to his trousers and undid the buttons. Within moments he was as naked as she.

The candle light illuminated his features in the dim lit room.

He moved on top of her once again, holding his weight with his arms and pressed himself close to her. Lyla wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting him closer yet.

He rubbed himself against her, grinding his body gently to hers. Lyla whimpered quietly, the way he felt to her was inexpressible. He slid slowly, carefully against her as wetness seeped from her in response.

She moved her hips with him, they found a steady rhythm. She didn't want to wait any longer. She gazed at Lex with pleading eyes and he chuckled lowly.

Still Lex did not enter her. He wanted to hold onto those pleading eyes a moment longer. He wanted to bring her to the brink of passion and then he would make her his at last.

He moved up and down, making just enough contact to throw her over the edge. She grasped him around the hips, using him to pull her lower body up and against him as she arched her back and followed his movements.

Lyla's body trembled. He knew she was close. Lex gently moved inside her with a collected control only he could have mastered. One day he would fuck her hard...but today was not that day, today he would love her as she was made to be loved.

As he pushed inside her with gentle but decisive force she gasped.

Lex was quick to kiss her, knowing that despite her pleasure there would be some pain. He kept rocking his body with her, moving his hips in a circular motion. He watched her carefully as her mouth opened and her breathing quickened to little pants.

Lex's heart raced. He stared in awe as he witnessed her surrender. Her eyes closed as her head fell back. Her body tightened around him, she trembled delicately. He had won.

Lyla whispered between gasps, "I-love-you-Lex, so much."

Her words sent a sudden wave of emotion over him and he followed after her, letting himself become lost in her as he allowed himself release at last.

Lex remained inside of her as they relaxed and slowly regained their breath.

She was warm and soft and his.

After a while he carefully pulled away and rolled over on his side, wrapping his arms around her.

She was smiling at him with all the love he'd never seen before.

"Lex…"

She seemed to lose her train of thought, her words stuck on his name, so she said it again.

"Lex."

He laughed quietly.

"Yes my Lyla?"

"This is everything I've been waiting for...You made it perfect… You are everything I've been waiting for."

He gazed at her a long while.

"Say it again for me."

She creased her brow in question.

He shot her a knowing look.

Lyla's face lit up. She beamed brightly then kissed him sweetly on the mouth,

"I love you Lex."

A content smirk tugged his lips.

Lyla giggled and lowering her head she placed a kiss on his chest.

"I love you Lex!"

He cracked a wide grin,

"Now you're mocking me."

She shook her head and moved down again to kiss his belly.

"I love you Lex."

She nuzzled her face into him.

Damn, she'll be my undoing...

A/N: This was my first time writing a love scene of that nature, so any feedback is highly appreciated. Thank you for reading.