Chapter 530 – My Favorite Girl
She felt him everywhere. His teeth on her shoulder. His hand fisted in her hair. The deep, possessive way he moved inside her. The growl in his throat when she said his na too sweetly.
She ca again, she wasn’t sure how many tis anymore. It didn’t matter.
She cried out his na again and again until her voice went hoarse.
Until her mind finally gave out.
Until sleep dragged her under, body limp and soaked with sweat and heat and... him.
Lux’s final thrust drew a groan from deep in his chest. He stayed there, hips pressed flush against her as he released with a slow, shaking breath. His head dropped against her shoulder, damp strands of hair brushing her collarbone.
He exhaled hard.
Then again.
Then laughed. Just a quiet, smug, winded sound.
"Sixty," he muttered against her skin. "Overachiever."
Naomi didn’t answer. She was asleep. Barely breathing, warm and tangled in the sheets, lips parted, her whole body twitching faintly in unconscious aftershocks.
Lux pulled back slowly, gently, careful not to wake her.
And when he did...
He stared.
His breath caught.
Naomi was a ss.
His.
His hand traced the line of her hip, eyes traveling lower, across the marks he’d left behind... his kisses, his fingerprints, the faint bruises of grip and passion. But what struck him most was the way his essence clung to her skin.
His cum was everywhere.
Thick, glistening on her stomach. Streaked along her thighs. Slowly trickling down between her legs in lazy drips that soaked the sheets.
He sat back on his heels, completely bare, sweat clinging to his chest. His body was still buzzing, muscles tight, breath uneven. And yet... he wasn’t tired.
Not even close.
He grabbed a silk cloth and wiped his hand off lazily, then reached for the wineglass he’d abandoned earlier. Sweet. Easy. Sothing that didn’t try too hard.
He took a sip, the wine still warm from the room. Then he turned back toward the bed.
And smiled.
Naomi lay there, one arm draped over her stomach, her lips parted just slightly. Her hair was ssy, her legs still parted from exhaustion, her skin glowing gold in the low candlelight. She didn’t stir when he moved. Not even when he got up and walked to the edge of the room.
Because across the room, there was a mirror.
A full-length one. Frad in dark wood and silver runes. Lux stood in front of it, naked, wineglass in hand, and stared at the reflection.
Not of himself.
Of her.
Of Naomi.
Sleeping in his bed. Covered in him.
A warm puff of laughter slipped out of him, slow and breathy. "Look at you," he murmured. "What a gallery piece."
He tilted the glass, sipped again. Then looked back at her through the mirror, sothing dark and soft and wild in his eyes.
His voice dropped, just a whisper. "My favorite girl."
But then... the system blared.
[Heart Rate Analysis Initiated. Baseline Deviance Detected.]
Lux didn’t even blink. He put the glass and snatched the half-empty bottle of wine from the bedside table and tipped it back, letting the heavy, velvety liquid burn a path down his throat. The earthy taste of the mortal realm’s best grapes barely registered.
"More deviations," he muttered, his voice a low rumble. "Let guess. You want to say I’m thinking about the quarterly fiscal report again. That dividend restructuring on the Soul Futures Exchange is a nightmare."
[Correction, Sir. The anomaly detected is internal. Significant Fluctuation in your Core, Incubus Instincts and Energy Processing.]
Lux chuckled, a harsh, short sound that held zero humor. He walked back to the table and poured another bottle of wine into the crystal glass, the ruby-red liquid splashing over the rim slightly.
"Well, thanks for the news flash. Glad to know my biology is as ssed up as my family tree."
"You’re saying I had great sex," he continued, taking a huge, desperate gulp of the wine. "High-intensity, maximum physical output. But my inner demon didn’t even send a thank-you note."
[An accurate, though unacceptably coarse, simplification of the data, Sir.]
[Sexual activity was registered. However, you did not register the expected surge of incubus instinct energy. The System detects a foreign energetic resonance, a ’preoccupation’ state. The feeling detected is not love. Not lust. It registers closest to a high-grade, persistent fury mixed with apprehension.]
Lux froze, his fingers tightening around the glass. The wine was now warm from his touch. He hated when the System was right.
"Yeah," he admitted, his voice rough. He paced to the velvet-draped window, stopping just short of pulling the heavy fabric back. The cool, almost tallic sll of a rainy, pre-dawn mortal city seeped through the window fras. "You nailed it. And let guess the preoccupation."
[Hypothesis Confird. The persistent preoccupation state correlates directly with Zoltarin.]
A long silence settled, so heavy it felt like a physical weight on Lux’s chest. He looked back at Naomi, the fire from their encounter banked but still visible in the ssy tumble of her hair and the slack exhaustion of her limbs.
"Yes," he finally confird, the word strained. "This one... this variable... I didn’t expect it. At all. I should be riding high right now. I should be feeling powerful and in control. I always do. I’m the Hell’s CFO after all. But now, I feel like... like I just ran a marathon and ended up back at the starting line, only now the starting line is on fire."
He walked back and slipped into the black silk robe.
"Look, I’m a hybrid incubus," he said, speaking to the empty air, trying to logically dissect the illogical feeling. "Lust and Greed. My instincts are clear: manipulate, control, monetize. I can calculate risk, markets, and money. I can manage the relationship, money, vaults, economy, and all."
He shifted slightly on the edge of the bed, the mattress giving a soft, sinking sigh beneath his weight.
Naomi was still nestled against the pillows, her eyes closed. He brushed her hair in tenderness.
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