CHAPTER 528: I’VE BEEN STARVED TOO LONG

Chapter 528 – I’ve Been Starved Too Long

He groaned, hips slamming forward harder, deeper. "Then give me. I’ve been starved too long."

Their bodies tangled, heat spreading, each movement sharper, more desperate. Naomi kissed him deeply, her legs tightening around him, her voice breaking against his lips.

Lux’s breath hitched. "Don’t look at me like that..."

"Like what?" she moaned.

"Like I’m worth touching."

"You are."

His control cracked. Fully. Beautifully.

A soft snarl tore from his throat as he thrust deeper, movements rough with hunger but softened by the way he kept kissing her...her lips, her neck, her shoulder...like every part of her mattered.

Naomi wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer until nothing existed except heat and breath and need.

She didn’t speak again.

She just showed him.

Lux felt something break loose inside him the moment she held him like that. Something he always kept bolted down behind greed, jokes, cruelty, and that CFO-level emotional firewall he pretended counted as personality. Whatever lock he had? It cracked. Hard.

Her lips brushed his neck and he lost the last thread of restraint.

He pushed into her slow at first, more to feel her reaction than to chase rhythm. Her body tightened around him instantly, a soft, helpless sound slipping from her throat. It shot straight through him. He groaned, low and rough, voice vibrating against her shoulder.

Everything felt too hot.

Too real.

Too much.

Her heartbeat drummed against his chest and he couldn’t tell if it was hers or his or both, merging into one messy rush of warmth.

Lux kissed her deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until the air around them felt thick with shared breath and the taste of each other. Her fingers slid through his hair, tugging gently, and his hips responded before he could even think about it, thrusting harder into the slick heat that welcomed him greedily.

Naomi gasped into his mouth. "Lux..."

Just hearing his name like that almost made him lose it.

He slid one hand down her thigh, fingers tracing her skin like he wanted to memorize the shape of her. His other hand gripped her waist, lifting her slightly so she could wrap her legs tighter around him. She did, body arching, mouth parted.

"You feel too good," Lux whispered against her ear. "Too warm. Too real."

She let out a breathy laugh that dissolved into a moan when he angled his hips just right. Her voice cracked in that way he liked. That way that told him he hit her sweet spot.

He did it again.

Harder.

Slower.

Perfect.

Her back arched. "Oh Lux... right there..."

He smirked against her neck. "There?"

She nodded desperately, nails digging into his back.

He shifted and thrust deeper than before. He felt her clench sharply around him and his own breath broke. His hands grabbed her thighs, pushing them further apart as he started hitting that spot on purpose. He angled his hips with a precision that could only belong to a demon whose entire existence was built on knowing exactly how to break someone with pleasure.

Naomi tried to speak but her voice failed, turning into a broken sound that made Lux lose whatever softness he had left.

"Talk to me," he growled against her throat.

She couldn’t.

He pressed again, slow but deep, dragging over that sensitive spot inside her with each stroke. Her legs trembled around him.

"Lux... I... I can’t... you’re..."

He chuckled darkly. "Good."

He kissed her harshly, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting the small, helpless sound she made. She clung to him like she needed him to stay upright. He felt it. The trust. The surrender.

And something inside him roared awake.

He wanted more.

Needed more.

Needed all of her.

His hand slipped between their bodies, fingers brushing the spot that already pulsed with pleasure. The second he touched her there, Naomi cried out. Her whole body shook, squeezing around him so tight he almost lost control.

"Lux... Lux please... don’t stop..."

"Not planning to," he whispered.

His fingers rubbed her in circles, slow at first, then faster, matching his thrusts. Every movement made her whole body jolt, her breath breaking into short, ruined gasps. Lux watched her face twisted in pleasure and felt heat flare up his spine.

Her eyes fluttered open just long enough to meet his. They were glassy, unfocused, lost.

Perfect.

She reached for his cheek, touching him like she wasn’t even sure he was real. "Lux... I feel like I’m drowning..."

"Then hold on to me."

He kissed her again.

"Let yourself drown."

He thrust harder.

Fingers faster.

Her hips lifted into his touch on instinct.

She trembled violently, her voice cracking. "Lux I... I’m... I’m going to..."

"Do it," he whispered. "Let go for me."

Her body clenched around him, trembling so hard she almost curled away from him, but Lux held her right there, kissing her, groaning into her mouth as she came undone beneath him. She cried out softly, breath breaking, thighs tightening around his waist as she came hard around him, squeezing him tight enough that he nearly lost it too.

He kept moving through her climax, slower but still deep enough to make her gasp with every thrust. She held onto his shoulders, nails dragging down his back as her whole body shook.

Lux felt her orgasm ripple around him, hot and tight, and it snapped something inside him. His breath grew heavier, rougher, desperate. He kissed her again, biting her lower lip lightly.

"You feel so perfect Naomi... so warm..."

Her voice was weak but needy. "Lux... I want... more..."

That was all he needed.

Lux lifted her hips with both hands and pushed into her deeper. The sound she made went straight to his head. He groaned, thrusting harder, faster, chasing the heat tightening in his stomach.

Her moans were soft at first, then louder, breathless, messy. She clung to him with everything she had, dragging him deeper each time he slammed into her. He kissed down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, marking every inch with his mouth like he wanted to brand himself onto her skin.

"Naomi... I’m close..." he gasped.