CHAPTER 525: SWEETER THAN SOUL CONTRACTS (18+)

Chapter 525 – Sweeter Than Soul Contracts (18+)

She leaned in again, sliding her mouth lower this time, taking him deeper. Her breasts bounced with every movement, perfect and flushed, nipples stiff, skin glowing under the soft infernal lighting.

Lux’s hips started moving without him even realizing. Small thrusts. Just enough to push deeper into her warmth.

He looked down at her. Hair messy, cheeks flushed, lips wrapped around his cock, her body trembling from the way she stroked herself and for a moment?

Nothing else existed.

Just Naomi.

His Naomi.

The person who didn’t want him for power. Or position. Or leverage.

Just him.

And he wanted her back.

The second her lips left him with a wet pop, Lux moved.

He sat up, hands sliding under her arms and lifting her like she weighed nothing. Naomi yelped, startled, but then gasped as he flipped their positions, laying her on her back across the bed like a gift unwrapped by heat and worship.

She tried to say something, maybe tease him, maybe taunt, but his mouth was already on her collarbone, biting softly. He kissed lower, hands trailing down her sides. Her skin quivered beneath his palms, taut with anticipation.

"You teased me," he murmured against her chest, one hand cupping her breast while the other slid between her thighs. "Now I’m going to return the favor."

Naomi’s breath caught.

Lux licked across her nipple, slow and swirling, then sucked it into his mouth, groaning against her skin like she was dessert and he’d been starving. Her back arched. Her thighs opened wider.

His fingers moved lower.

Found her slit already soaked.

He rubbed slow circles, spreading her open with practiced skill, letting his knuckles graze sensitive skin without plunging in. She moaned, hips bucking into his hand, chasing pressure he refused to give.

"You wanted to make me forget," he whispered, eyes glowing faintly as he stared down at her. "So now I’m going to lose myself in you."

Naomi whimpered, legs twitching as his tongue trailed down her stomach, hot breath teasing where his fingers had just been.

She opened for him.

Lux didn’t hesitate.

He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, then bit gently just above her mound, earning a gasp.

And then he buried his face between her legs.

Naomi’s cry echoed in the room.

His tongue was relentless, licking, tasting, flicking against her clit with devilish rhythm. He held her thighs apart with strong hands, thumbs brushing the soft skin just above her entrance as he devoured her like she was a rare delicacy served only in hell’s most private chamber.

Her back arched. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Lux—oh—"

He groaned into her, the vibration sending shocks through her body. His nose pressed against her mound, his tongue dancing between her folds, teasing the edges, then diving deep to lap up every drop.

She was dripping.

For him.

Only him.

He licked her like he was claiming her—long strokes, sharp flicks, then slow circles that made her hips rise again and again. Her moans filled the room, breathless and raw, sweeter than a thousand soul contracts.

She was touching herself again. One hand in his hair, the other cupping her breast, kneading her nipple as her body rocked under his mouth.

"Fck—you’re so good at that—"

Lux didn’t stop. He just grinned against her heat and sucked harder.

Her thighs locked around his head for a second, trembling. Her whole body tensed, and then...just as she was about to tip over, he pulled back.

"Lux!" she whined, voice ragged.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked up at her. "Not yet."

She glared at him, but her lips were parted, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat.

He crawled up her body, licking her collarbone again, grinding his cock, still hard and soaked, against her bare, messy heat.

His voice dropped to a whisper, right at her ear. "You said I’m allowed to be tired. But right now?"

He kissed her cheek.

"I don’t want rest."

He kissed her neck.

"I want to forget."

He kissed her lips—deep, hot, full of everything he couldn’t say with words.

And Naomi?

She kissed him back harder.

Her fingers pulled at his hair, her thighs wrapped around his hips like she didn’t care if they ever untangled. His cock slid along her heat, every grind soaking his length in her slick, every motion dragging a groan from his throat like she was wringing him dry just from friction.

And still, they weren’t done.

Not even close.

Lux broke the kiss first. Only barely. His breath ragged, his voice deeper now, like it came from something beneath his skin. "You feel that?" he whispered, pressing harder between her legs. "That ache in your hips? That fire building in your belly?"

Naomi whimpered and nodded, her forehead against his.

"That’s me," he growled. "That’s what I do to you."

His hand grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg higher as he rolled his hips again. His shaft dragged slow, thick, and dripping against her folds, right over her clit, making her jolt and gasp. She was trembling now. Not from fear. From how close she was. From how deeply she needed more.

But he didn’t rush.

Because Lux wasn’t just trying to fck her.

He was trying to lose himself in her.

He kissed down her neck again, then trailed one hand to her breast, cupping it, squeezing it until her nipple brushed his palm. Naomi arched, eyes fluttering.

"You’re mine tonight," he said, biting her earlobe. "Not the world’s. Not the system’s. Not Heaven or Hell’s. Just... mine."

Naomi opened her eyes. "Then take me," she whispered.

Lux grinned like sin incarnate.

He reached down between them, hand curling around his cock, positioning himself just enough to press his tip against her entrance, hot and pulsing, barely pushing in.

But he didn’t move further. Not yet.

Instead, he stared into her eyes and said, "Tell me to let go."

Naomi’s voice cracked. "Let go."