CHAPTER 526: DON’T RUN

Chapter 526 – Don’t Run

He pushed forward, just enough to stretch her lips, to slide inside that first sweet inch of her.

Naomi gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as her body arched up into his. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her back bowing off the mattress like she was trying to pull more of him inside before she could even breathe.

Lux gritted his teeth, groaning as the heat of her wrapped around his shaft like a velvet vice. Tight. Wet. Alive.

He stayed still for a second. Just one heartbeat. One breath. Then he sank deeper.

Inch by inch.

Her body took him like it remembered every shape of him, every thrust, every rhythm. She opened around him like he belonged there, her walls clenching, fluttering, soaking him in slick heat that drove the breath from his lungs.

Naomi cried out, her voice breaking between pleasure and disbelief. "Lux—"

"I know," he whispered, kissing her jaw. "I know."

He pulled back just enough to make her whimper, then slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt.

She broke.

Her whole body trembled under him, her hands flying from his shoulders to his back, clutching like she was falling through something and he was the only solid thing left.

Lux grunted as he thrust again, slow and deep, letting her feel everything. Letting himself feel everything. Her heat. Her scent. Her moans. The way she clung to him like nothing else mattered.

Because in that moment?

Nothing else did.

He set a rhythm—hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak and the headboard rattle. Naomi matched him, her hips rising to meet every thrust, her voice a string of broken gasps and whispered curses.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, nipples brushing his chest, sweat clinging to their skin like heat was trying to hold them together permanently.

"You feel so good," Lux growled, burying his face in her neck, licking the salt from her skin. "You’re perfect."

Naomi whimpered something back. He didn’t catch the words, but the way her body clenched around him told him everything he needed.

He drove into her harder.

Faster.

Naomi shattered with a scream.

Her legs locked around him. Her body spasmed. Her nails carved down his back. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, full-bodied and brutal, and she sobbed against his neck from the intensity.

Lux didn’t stop.

He chased her through it, hips pounding, cock swelling inside her until he couldn’t hold it anymore.

He came with a growl... low, primal, full of her name.

His release poured into her, hot and pulsing, and he kept moving through it, slow and deep, like his body refused to stop until every last shiver left his spine. Naomi trembled under him, her breath shaky, her hands sliding weakly down his back as the last waves of their climax faded.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto her, chest against hers, skin sticky with heat and sweat, both of them still catching their breath.

Naomi brushed her fingers through his hair, exhaling softly. "So... are you finally relaxed?"

Lux didn’t answer at first.

He kissed her instead.

Not rushed. Not hungry.

Just long. Slow. Gentle.

A kiss that melted the last of his tension into her lips.

When he pulled back, he looked at her with that lazy half-lidded satisfaction that only came after he’d emptied every thought from his head.

"Yeah," he breathed. "I’m relaxed."

She smiled a little, brushing her thumb across his cheek. "Good. You needed it."

Lux paused.

Then he smiled.

Not the tired one.

Not the soft one.

But that one.

The innocent-looking smirk.

The one that hid something darker under it.

He tilted his head like a sweet boy who absolutely was not innocent. "But that doesn’t mean I want this to end."

Naomi blinked. "Lux..."

He glanced down at her body — still glistening, still wearing the barely-there outfit he picked — and his voice dropped lower.

"You promised to make me forget my problems," he said, tracing a finger from her collarbone... slowly down her sternum... over the curve of her breast.

Naomi inhaled sharply.

His finger circled lazily around her nipple — not touching it, just close enough to make her twitch.

"And you’re still wearing this," he added, fake innocence dripping from his voice.

"Lux..." she warned, cheeks heating.

His hand moved again, this time brushing lightly over the sensitive peak. Naomi flinched, breath catching as her back arched slightly. Instinctively she tried to pull back, but—

Lux caught her waist gently, stopping her retreat.

He leaned down, eyes soft, expression angelic in the most sinful way possible.

"What’s wrong?" he asked sweetly. "Am I distracting you?"

Naomi glared at him, flustered. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re beautiful," Lux said, voice low, warm. "So don’t run."

He kissed her again. Deeper, Hungrier. While his hips rolled against hers in a slow, suggestive grind that made her gasp into his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to whisper:

"Come on, Naomi..."

His forehead pressed to hers.

"I’m not done forgetting."

And then he kissed her again, slow, deep, teasing, while his hands explored her body like he intended to erase every last thought she had that wasn’t him.

Naomi gasped softly as he kissed down her neck again, not like a prince—like a man starving for something that wasn’t food, wasn’t power, wasn’t even lust. Something truer. His fingers danced along the curve of her waist, thumbs brushing under the faint edge of the barely-there fabric still clinging to her hips.

"Lux..." she whispered, but it came out more like a sigh.

He didn’t answer. He just smiled against her skin. The kind of smile that should come with warning signs. It wasn’t evil. Just... deeply focused. Worshipful in the most devilish way.

"You feel that?" he murmured, grinding against her in a slow rhythm that made her thighs twitch. "That quiet? That peace?"

Naomi nodded, her chest rising with every shuddered breath.

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

And then his mouth was back on her breast, tongue curling around her nipple with reverent precision. She arched beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulder. His hands traced down her sides, slow and greedy.

His hips rolled again, slower this time, teasing pressure building once more.