CHAPTER 524: DELICIOUSLY EVIL (18+)

Chapter 524 – Deliciously Evil (18+)

"Because I think..." she whispered, leaning down again to kiss along his neck, "this might be the best therapy for an emotionally unstable incubus prince."

"You’re evil," he breathed. "Deliciously evil."

She licked his throat. "You made me this way."

His hips bucked involuntarily when she bit down lightly on his shoulder, just enough to leave a faint mark. He could feel the slick mess she was making of his pants. Her body was wet, open, ready and she hadn’t even asked him yet. She was just using him like her own favorite toy, and he was letting her.

"Holy Hell," Lux hissed as she slid down again, harder this time, grinding in small circles over the thick outline of his shaft. "Naomi, you’re gonna break me."

"Good," she said. "Let me."

She sat up straighter, hands on his chest, and bounced again. Her breasts lifted with every motion, nipples firm and aching, her whole body glowing with sweat and desire.

And Lux? He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The sight of her like this on top of him, in that outfit, using his body to chase her own rhythm—it was too much. Too damn perfect.

His voice cracked. "C’mon, Naomi..."

She grinned wickedly. "Begging now?"

"No. Not begging. Requesting. I don’t beg." His voice dropped, a low rumble. "Let me touch you."

Naomi’s eyes flared with heat. She released his wrists, and Lux’s hands immediately went to her hips. Firm grip. Possessive. He guided her pace now, pulling her harder against him. His shaft strained against his pants, hot and soaked with her slickness, pulsing with every grind she gave him.

Then his hands slid up. Fingers brushing her waist, then lifting. Cupping her breasts in both hands, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and arch forward.

Her nipples rubbed against his palms, and Lux’s eyes darkened with hunger.

"You’re not helping me recover," he said. "You’re making it worse."

Naomi leaned in, licking the rim of his ear. "Then do something about it."

Lux groaned, pulling her harder into his lap, grinding her down onto the full length of his cock. Her breath hitched, hips bucking.

"I should punish you," he whispered, biting her lip as she kissed him. "You’re teasing a royal."

"Then punish me," she dared.

And the game shifted again.

But he didn’t flip her. Not yet. No rush.

Right now? Lux was more than content to lie back and groan as Naomi rode the edge of madness on his lap, soaked and bold and beautiful and make him forget every damn problem that ever existed.

Naomi moved slower now. Not because she was hesitating, but because she was enjoying it. Every roll of her hips pressed the slick, hot mess between her legs down over the thick bulge of his shaft, still trapped beneath layers of luxury slacks that were now soaked and strained to the limit. Her breath hitched every time she shifted. Her clit dragging along the ridge of his cock like she was taunting it with every nerve ending she had.

Lux’s hands flexed on her hips, knuckles pale, but he didn’t flip her. Not yet.

She leaned down again, kissing his collarbone. Her lips left warm prints, then teeth followed. "Still tired?" she whispered.

He huffed out a sound between a groan and a laugh. "I feel like I could run an empire and burn one down... at the same time."

Naomi smirked. "Good."

And then she peeled his shirt off completely. Her hands slid beneath the fabric, pushing it up and off his chest, revealing all the hard muscle.

She licked her lips.

Lux caught the look. He grinned. "See something you like?"

"I’ve always liked," she murmured, and kissed down the center of his chest. Lower. Slower.

He watched, eyes narrowed with pleasure, breath caught in his throat as her tongue danced over his skin. Down his abs. Down the trail of skin leading to...

Naomi knelt between his legs.

Lux propped himself up on his elbows, watching her. "You’re really gonna—"

Her hands went to his belt.

He stopped talking.

She undid it with a deliberate slowness that made his pulse spike. The sound of the leather slipping free, the metallic clink of the buckle, the quiet pop of his top button.

And then she pulled his pants down.

His shaft sprang free—hard, thick, and already glistening at the tip from the teasing. Naomi inhaled slightly, eyes widening for just a second like she always did when reminded just how much of him there was.

She didn’t comment.

Didn’t need to.

She leaned in, dragging her lips down his inner thigh first—soft, slow, sensual. Then her tongue followed, tracing a path back up, skipping his cock entirely just to make him twitch in frustration.

Lux groaned. "Naomi..."

She glanced up, her eyes dark and playful. "Yes?"

"I swear if you tease me one more time I’ll—"

"You’ll what?" she said sweetly, wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft. Her fingers barely closed around it. She stroked him once, slow and firm, just enough to draw out another moan. "Groan at me again?"

Lux’s eyes rolled back slightly. "You’re evil."

"You made me this way," she whispered—and then, she wrapped her lips around the tip.

His body jerked.

His hips bucked just a little, and his hands shot into her hair, not to force her, but to feel. Her mouth was hot. Wet. Heavenly. Her tongue circled his tip like she was worshipping it, and every slow descent was deliberate torment.

She moaned around him.

The vibration made him groan louder.

"F-fck," he breathed, head dropping back onto the pillows. "Naomi..."

She popped off him with a wet sound, stroking him lazily with one hand while her other hand slipped between her own thighs. She didn’t hide it. She let him see everything.

Her fingers dipped between her folds—slick, puffy, soaking wet—and then circled her clit with slow, tight motions. Her breath hitched as she watched his reaction.

Lux smirked, licking his lips. "You’re touching yourself while pleasuring me. That’s... goddess-tier behavior."

Naomi giggled. "I aim to please."