Chapter 381 – Surrender
Her insides loved it.
It wasn’t just pleasure—it was sothing prolonged, sothing deeper, like her body refused to let go of the satisfaction he gave her. Each pulse of his seed made her shudder, as if she could ride the high forever.
"Lux..." she breathed, dazed, chest heaving. "You ca... gods, you ca so much..."
But he wasn’t soft.
Her eyes fluttered wide when she felt it—his shaft still rigid inside her, still hard, still ready.
"No..." she gasped, shivering as he shifted his hips again, grinding deeper. "Lux, you—"
He didn’t answer.
Instead, his mouth dipped lower, sliding down her throat, leaving trails of hot kisses until he reached the valley of her breasts. His head nuzzled between the soft mounds, inhaling her like she was the only thing worth worshipping.
And then he attacked.
He latched onto one breast, sucking deep, his tongue circling the hardened peak. She cried out, arching up against him, nails dragging red lines down his back. His other hand cupped her other breast, fingers toying with her nipple—pinching, rolling, teasing until it stood tight and aching.
"Ahhh—Lux!" she moaned, her voice louder now, echoing against the marble bathroom walls. "You just... ca—"
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. His hips moved again, pulling nearly out before sliding back in, pushing his thick cock through the slick ss of their release.
Naomi gasped at the obscene wetness, the way his shaft slid so easily, her body sucking him back greedily.
Her breast popped free of his mouth with a wet sound, and he tilted his head, eyes gleaming, lips glistening.
"And?" he asked innocently.
Her jaw dropped. "You—you should stop, take a breath—"
Lux frowned. Actually frowned. His brows furrowed, his lower lip jutting just slightly. He looked for all the world like a spoiled boy being denied ice cream at the market.
"No," he said, voice petulant, utterly at odds with the way he was grinding his cock into her soaked heat. "I still want more."
Naomi’s heart skipped. Her legs squeezed tighter around him, as if trying to deny the truth of how badly she wanted it too.
"Lux..." she moaned, but her voice cracked.
He didn’t let her finish.
He bent his head again, lips wrapping around her other breast, sucking harder this ti. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, biting just enough to make her jolt. His hand twisted her nipple, tugging it, playing with it like he wanted to keep her forever stiff and begging under his touch.
Naomi cried out, loud and shaless, her head falling back against the edge of the tub.
And when she tilted her head, gasping for air—she saw it.
Their reflection.
In the mirror wall, she saw everything.
Her flushed face. Her breasts rising and falling, one trapped between his lips, the other pinched between his fingers. Her body spread wide around him, water sloshing with every thrust. And him—Lux Vaelthorn—still inside her, still hard, still relentless. His eyes glowed even as his mouth worked her nipple, a greedy prince masquerading as an innocent boy who just wanted "more."
She shivered. Her body clutched him tighter. Her moan tore free, louder than before.
And watching it unfold in the reflection—watching herself unravel while he sucked her like she was his only salvation—made her co undone all over again.
Her cry tore through the bathroom, echoing off the marble walls. She clutched him, nails raking across his back, thighs trembling violently around his waist. Every inch of her throbbed, her body betraying her brain, milking him, begging for more.
And Lux—damn him—he didn’t stop.
If anything, he got hungrier. His hips kept grinding, kept thrusting, every motion driving her further into bliss until she thought she’d break. His mouth latched harder onto her breast, sucking, nibbling, leaving marks that would bloom tomorrow like bruised roses.
"Lux—ahhh—please—" she gasped, though she didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore. For him to stop? For him to give her more? Her words were aningless, drowned by the shaful moans that kept spilling from her throat.
Her head dropped forward, sweat mingling with water droplets on her flushed skin. She could feel it. Her body giving up. Her mind whispering that she’d had enough, that she couldn’t possibly take more.
But her body?
Her body scread sothing else entirely.
More.
More.
More.
Her insides clung to him, pulled at him, massaged his cock like it was her sole purpose. Each thrust filled her, stretched her, carved her open in ways that only he could. And each ti he slamd deeper, she felt it—her womb welcoming him, greedy, desperate, claiming him as much as he claid her.
She had surrendered. Fully.
If this demon wanted her for one round, five, or ten—she’d let him.
If he wanted to spill his seed inside her until she overflowed, she’d take it all.
Because it wasn’t just her below.
No.
Her whole body belonged to him now.
Every moan, every gasp, every broken cry—it all sang his na without words.
Her brain tried to fight it. Tried to reason.
Enough. You’ve had enough. He’s a demon. He’s too much. You can’t—
But her body ignored it. Her body clenched tighter. Her body whispered back, ’I need more.’
So she gave in.
Her cries filled the room, shaless, loud. She didn’t care anymore. Didn’t care how obscene she sounded, how raw her voice was from moaning. Lux’s mansion was built for indulgence; every wall and floor etched with soundproof enchantnts. No one could hear her. No one could judge.
Only him.
And Lux—his smirk dripping with sin, his eyes glowing with greed—ate up every sound like it was currency.
"Naomi," he groaned against her breast, his voice muffled by her skin. "You’re mine. You know you’re mine."
She could only whimper in response, back arching, breasts pressing harder into his mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders, sharp enough to sting, leaving red tracks across his skin. He hissed, but not in pain—in delight.
"Cling to ," he growled. "I want your marks. I want you ruined for anyone else."
"Lux—ahhh—"
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