CHAPTER 527: I DON’T TRUST THINGS FREELY GIVEN

Chapter 527 – I Don’t Trust Things Freely Given

His hips rolled again. Slower, deeper, dragging heat through both their bodies until Naomi’s breath broke in a shaky gasp. Lux didn’t ease up. If anything, he pressed closer, his chest flush against hers, the weight of him sinking her into the mattress like he couldn’t bear the distance of even a single inch.

And Naomi...

She didn’t push him away.

She pulled him closer.

Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, ankles locking behind him as if trying to keep him right there, right inside her. Her arms circled his shoulders and her fingers slid into his hair... soft, hot, a little desperate as he kissed her again, deep and slow, but laced with something rawer. Something that tasted like need sharpened into hunger.

He kissed her like drowning. Like she was the surface he broke through after years underwater and he still hadn’t convinced himself this breath was real. His lips wandered over her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, like he couldn’t decide which part of her he needed to taste first.

Naomi opened her eyes, pupils blown, heart pounding against her ribs. She could feel the heat of him everywhere... his chest pressing down, his breath brushing her lips, but especially the heavy, pulsing length of him sliding between her thighs, teasing her with lazy, deliberate movements that made it impossible to think about anything else.

But the look in his eyes...

That was what hit her hardest.

"Lux..." she murmured, lips brushing his cheek. "Is this just your escape?"

He paused.

Not fully... his hips kept moving, slow and steady, pushing soft sounds from both their throats, but something inside him caught.

Her voice softened. "Or... do you actually need this?"

For a moment he didn’t answer. His head dropped to the crook of her neck, lips pressing there like he was trying to inhale her whole. His teeth grazed her skin lightly, a tease that made her arch into him.

Then he spoke.

Low. Rough. Honest in a way that felt dangerous.

"I need this," he whispered. "It’s both. An escape... but also..."

He thrust deeper, slow and deliberate, making her shiver.

"...as an incubus, this..." His voice shook just slightly. "This gives me purpose. It gives me weight. It makes me feel like I’m here for something."

She swallowed. "You feel hollow without it?"

He lifted his head and met her gaze.

His red eyes glowed faintly. Hungry, vulnerable, cracked at the edges like stained glass. He gave a breathless, ragged laugh. Half from emotion, half from the way her warmth gripped him so perfectly.

"Yeah," he said. "Because of them. My parents. They didn’t just leave scars...they are the scars. I spent so long trying to fill the space they left with power, control, money, systems... but none of it..."

He groaned softly as he pushed deeper.

She gasped. Her nails scraped lightly down his back.

"...none of it ever made me feel like this does."

Naomi cupped his cheek, stroking her thumb across the sharp edge of his cheekbone. "The warmth?"

"The warmth." His breath hitched. "The closeness. The way you look at me like I’m not just some calculation or tool or a demon freak with a thousand contracts. You see me, Naomi. The first one who sees me."

Her heart twisted. "Of course, I see you."

He kissed her again... Messy, needy, hungry with the kind of kiss that felt like he’d fall apart if she pulled away. His hips moved harder now, pace picking up without him meaning to. His hands slid down to grip her waist, holding her in place as if terrified she’d slip through his fingers.

"And now?" she whispered.

Lux lowered his forehead to hers. Their breaths mingled hotly between them. "Now I want more."

"More?" she whispered, breath trembling as he rolled his hips again.

"The warmth," he breathed. "Your skin. Your voice. The way your body reacts when I..."

He pulled back slowly, feeling her tighten around him...then thrust forward with sinful precision.

Naomi moaned, her back arching.

"...the way you melt for me."

Her head tipped back, lips parted, heartbeat fluttering. "Lux..."

"And I want the things I never got before." His voice darkened, something villainous threading into it. "Things they never gave me. I want..."

He kissed her collarbone, then lower, his lips hot against her skin.

"I want to take warmth. I want to steal comfort. I want to earn affection. I want to devour honesty. I want everything they denied me."

Naomi held his face between her hands. "Lux... you don’t have to steal from me. You can just..."

"No," he whispered, unhinged and tender all at once. "I don’t trust things freely given. They vanish. They lie. They rot." His grip tightened on her hips. "But you don’t vanish."

Her lips parted. "Lux..."

"You feel real. And that scares me." His voice trembled, villainy slipping into vulnerability like cracked gold. "Because when I’m with you... the hollow in my chest quiets."

Her breath caught.

"And I hate that."

He kissed her fiercely.

"And I love it."

Naomi’s heart broke open.

"Then stop pretending," she whispered. "You’re not hollow. You’re not a burden. You’re loved."

Lux froze.

Just for a second.

A raw, flashing second where something inside him cracked wide open.

His pace stuttered. His whole body trembled against her, his breath shuddering like she’d stabbed him with the truth.

He buried his face into her neck, voice muffled, strained.

"Say it again."

"You’re loved," she whispered against his ear. "You’re wanted. You’re not alone."

Lux growled...a broken, hungry sound...as those words hit harder than any spell. His hips snapped forward, his rhythm no longer slow but desperate, still deep but no longer careful, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Naomi gasped, tightening around him, her nails dragging down his back, urging him on. "Lux..."

"You’re mine," he breathed against her skin. "You feel like mine."

"And you’re...ah..." she gasped as he rolled his hips just right, "you’re real. You’re here. You’re not lost."

His lips crashed against hers...messy, possessive, almost aggressive but still tender at the edges. Heat pooled low in her belly, their bodies moving in sync, sheets rustling, breath mixing, skin slick with shared warmth.

"Naomi," he whispered, voice wrecked, "I’m starving."

"Then take what you need," she breathed.