Written By Fate ||L Lawliet x Reader||

Chapter 39

His hands, which had always seemed so precise and careful, found her waist with surprising confidence. He tugged her onto his lap, their bodies pressing together as the kiss deepened. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, his fingers digging slightly into her hips.

Y/N moaned softly into his mouth, her hands sliding up into his hair, tugging lightly at the dark strands. The sound seemed to awaken something in him. His kisses grew more fervent, his teeth grazing her lower lip, eliciting another gasp from her.

"You're full of surprises tonight," she murmured against his lips, her voice breathless.

L pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with something she hadn't seen before. "So are you," he replied, his voice husky.

She leaned back in, claiming his lips with her own. Her body arched into him as his hands roamed her back, his touch firm but reverent. When his lips left hers to trail along her jawline and down her neck, she couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her.

"L," she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of urgency and desire.

He paused, pulling back slightly to look at her. "Tell me to stop if this is too much," he said, his voice softer now, almost unsure.

Her response was immediate. "Don't you dare stop."

That was all the permission he needed. His lips returned to hers, more insistent this time, as though he wanted to commit every inch of her to memory. She shifted in his lap, pressing herself against him, and he groaned softly, the sound sending a thrill through her.

Her hands wandered down his chest, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the fabric aside, her fingers tracing the smooth planes of his skin. He inhaled sharply at her touch, his hands gripping her hips tighter.

"Y/N," he murmured, her name on his lips sounding like a prayer.

She smiled against his mouth, her hands sliding back up to cradle his face. "You're not so composed now, are you?" she teased, her tone light but her eyes heavy with want.

"More composed than you think," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down her spine.

"Prove it," she challenged, her lips curling into a wicked smirk.

The corner of his mouth quirked in response, and without hesitation, he leaned forward, catching her mouth in another kiss. This time, it was slower but no less intense, each movement deliberate, as if he were memorizing her. She felt his hands slide up her sides, his touch firm yet gentle, igniting a trail of fire under her skin.

Y/N shifted in his lap, her thighs straddling him fully now, and she felt the subtle hitch in his breath. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to draw a quiet groan from him. The sound sent a thrill through her, and she pressed closer, her lips moving against his with growing urgency.

His hands wandered lower, sliding over the curve of her waist and settling just above her thighs. The way his fingers flexed against her made her heart race, and she tilted her head, deepening the kiss until it was all-consuming.

When his lips left hers to explore the delicate skin of her neck, she gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulders for support. He kissed his way down to her collarbone, his lips and tongue leaving a searing path that had her pulse pounding in her ears.

"L..." she breathed, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.

He paused for a fraction of a second, his lips hovering over her skin as his hands tightened their grip on her. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice rough and commanding.