CHAPTER 463: LET ME WARM YOU

Chapter 463 – Let Me Warm You

Lux blinked. "No?"

"I want the idiot who asked for cuddles and then got molested by a kraken."

He laughed, honest and low. "That idiot is very available."

"Then shut up," she whispered, mouth near his ear. "And let me warm you."

The tentacles stopped being careful.

One slid beneath his waistband, slow and curious, wrapping around the base of his shaft with a possessive pressure that made Lux grunt. Another looped around his thigh. A third stroked along his stomach, curling up like a lover’s hand.

Lux tensed, his breath catching in his throat.

"Rava—"

"Shhh," she said, kissing him properly now. "You said you wanted warmth. You didn’t say how much."

He groaned into her mouth, one hand burying in her hair, the other fisting the sheet.

And honestly?

Maybe it was cheating. Maybe she was breaking her own rules.

But sleeping beside an incubus without doing anything?

Impossible.

Especially when his hips shifted just slightly, chasing the sensation. Especially when she felt him hardening under her touch, his aura spiking in silent challenge.

Rava’s heart thumped.

Her tentacles tightened.

It wasn’t panic. Not fear. Not even surprise.

It was heat.

That dense, molten kind that pooled low in the belly and spread like slow ink across her limbs. The kind of heat that made your skin too tight and your breath too shallow and your mouth go dry even when you weren’t talking.

Lux’s aura pulsed in sync with hers now—like it wasn’t just incubus instinct anymore. Like it was something deeper. Anchored. Honest.

He wasn’t pushing her. Wasn’t manipulating.

But he knew what he was doing.

The moment her tentacle wrapped firm around his shaft, he groaned into her mouth like a man remembering what it meant to feel. His hand slid up the side of her thigh, strong fingers curling around her hip. He didn’t squeeze. He claimed.

And Rava?

She didn’t pull away.

She pushed closer.

Her breath hitched as another of her limbs coiled tighter around his waist, pulling them flush—chest to chest, core to core. Every inch of him was hot. Unreasonably hot. Like greed-fueled lava wrapped in skin and sin and a smile that could make angels file lawsuits.

Lux’s voice broke through the haze, rough and quiet near her ear.

"You know..."

Rava blinked, lips brushing his throat. "What."

"This..." His fingers spread across her back, pressing her down harder onto his body. "This feels better than just a thank you."

She let out a small, involuntary laugh. "Why?"

His eyes met hers, sharp and warm and glowing faintly with that familiar demon gold.

"Because you seduced me."

She froze. Not in shock. But in the knowing. The kind that punched straight through confidence and landed somewhere in the spine.

"You felt that?" she asked, not even trying to sound innocent.

"Rava." His voice was lower now. Thicker. "You kissed me soft. You touched me like you owned me. You wrapped your damn tentacles around me like I was prey. And you think I didn’t feel that?"

Her lips parted.

"You want to know the difference?" he whispered, rolling his hips just slightly—enough to make her feel how ready he was. "A thank you comes with closure. This..." He grabbed her waist with both hands now, grip firm and commanding. "This opens things. This burns."

Rava swallowed. Or tried to.

"I feel it," he said, eyes locked on hers like he was trying to carve his name behind her ribs. "Here. In my core."

That shouldn’t have done anything.

But it did.

Because when an incubus says something touches his core—you believe him.

He didn’t wait for her next move.

Lux sat up, pulling her with him, their bodies never breaking contact. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her tentacles curling like instinctual armor around his back, his thighs, one brushing the small of his neck.

He tilted her chin with two fingers.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he asked, voice like velvet over steel.

"Right now?" she breathed. "I have a pretty good guess."

"Not just this," he said, letting one hand trail between them, sliding up under her nightshirt until his palm found bare skin. "But this part of me—the part that doesn’t know how to just say thank you and leave it at that? You make it want to stay."

Rava’s pulse jumped.

His other hand slid between her thighs.

Not fast. Not greedy. Just confident. Testing. Learning. Fingers slick with intention, slipping between folds like he had the map drawn in his mind.

She gasped, forehead dropping to his shoulder, nails digging into his back.

"Lux—"

He caught her wrist. Pulled it up. Pressed her hand flat to his chest.

"Feel that," he said.

She did.

His heartbeat.

Hard. Pounding. Deep.

"I want you to remember this," he said, lips grazing her jaw. "Because I’m going to ruin you now."

Rava blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Lovingly," he clarified, already lowering her back onto the mattress. "Respectfully. With full financial coverage in case of emotional damage."

"Oh my gods," she muttered, laughing breathlessly.

But the laughter died the moment his mouth found her breast, lips closing around her nipple through the fabric, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch.

One of her tentacles snapped taut around the bedpost. Another curled into the sheets, flexing with every sharp pull of his tongue.

He slid the nightshirt up, exposing her inch by inch until cool air kissed her skin and he dragged it over her head like unwrapping treasure.

Then he paused.

Took her in.

All of her.

His gaze didn’t flinch. Didn’t stray. Didn’t gawk.

He just looked. Like she was worth examining. Like every inch of her was known territory and still made him hungry.

"You’re beautiful," he murmured, hands smoothing down her sides.

"You’re incorrigible."

"Not mutually exclusive."

Then he leaned down and kissed her belly.

Slow. Reverent.

And Rava felt like she might cry.

Because it wasn’t just arousal.

It was care.

Care that came without a receipt.

"Lux," she whispered.