Chapter 854: Don’t You Dare Hide Those Sounds From Me

Chapter 854 – Don’t You Dare Hide Those Sounds From Me

She shifted, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against her. The thin silk of her cheongsam was the only barrier between them.

Lux’s hands moved with purpose. He gripped the high collar of the dress. With a single, decisive movement, he ripped it open.

The sound of tearing silk was shockingly loud in the small room. The expensive fabric gave way like paper, the beautiful embroidery tearing down the front. It hung in tatters from her shoulders, exposing her chest, her stomach, the curve of her hips. Her skin, smooth and flawless as polished jade, glowed in the soft light.

His gaze was a physical touch, a branding fire that traced every revealed inch of her.

He saw her not as a collection of parts, but as a masterpiece of power and grace. He saw the faint, iridescent shimmer of her dragon blood beneath the surface, a hint of the ancient beast that resided within this elegant form.

He leaned down and captured a taut peak in his mouth.

A choked gasp escaped her. His tongue was hot and wet, swirling around the sensitive flesh, before he gently scraped it with his teeth. The dual sensation of pleasure and pain sent a jolt straight to her core, a deep, clenching ache that demanded more. Her back arched, pushing her closer to the heat of his mouth.

One of his hands splayed across her back, holding her to him, while the other slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. His touch was possessive, reverent.

His fingers found the slick heat between her thighs. He teased her, circling her clit with a maddening lightness, never quite giving her the pressure she craved.

"Lux," she breathed, his name a desperate plea.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound against her skin. "Patience, my dragon. The best hunts are the ones that savor the chase."

He lifted her again, effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing. With a flick of his wrist, he cleared the counter. Bottles and jars crashed to the floor, shattering into a thousand glittering pieces. The sound was like a breaking spell, a violent declaration that gentleness was over.

He laid her down on the cold marble. The sudden shock of it against her bare skin made her cry out. He followed her down, covering her body with his own. His skin was hot, almost feverish. His weight was a delicious pressure, pinning her, possessing her.

He looked down at her, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole her breath. "I want to see all of you," he growled.

His hands hooked under her knees, pushing her legs up and apart. The position was utterly exposed, completely vulnerable. It was a position of surrender, and a wave of primal fear and exhilaration washed over her.

Then he knelt.

His breath ghosted over her core, a hot, teasing promise. Her muscles clenched in anticipation. His tongue delved into her folds, a slow, deliberate exploration. He tasted her as if she were the most exquisite delicacy he had ever encountered. His tongue was clever and wicked, finding all the sensitive spots she herself barely knew.

He circled her clit with agonizing slowness, building a tension that was almost painful. Her hips bucked, silently begging for more. He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through her entire body. He flattened his tongue and gave her one long, slow lick, from her entrance to her clit.

And then he began to feast.

There was nothing gentle about it now. This was a consumption. His tongue plundered her depths, his lips sucking on her sensitive flesh. His fingers joined in, one, then two, plunging into her wet heat, curling to find that rough patch of nerve endings inside her.

A strangled cry tore from her throat as he began to pump his fingers in a relentless rhythm, matching the movements of his tongue. He was playing her like an instrument, drawing sounds from her she didn’t know she could make. Her hands flew to his hair, holding him to her, her fingers tangling in the damp strands.

"OH!" She gasped, the word a sharp, broken sound as he found a particularly sensitive spot. She covered her mouth quickly. She was shocked she could let out that kind of sound.

Her vision began to white out at the edges, her body coiling tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. The pressure built, a wave of sheer, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to consume her whole. She was gasping for air, her body trembling uncontrollably.

He could feel her release. He curled his fingers just so, and sucked her clit into his mouth, giving it a hard, final flick of his tongue.

Her orgasm crashed over her, a blinding, deafening explosion of sensation. She threw her head back, a silent scream tearing from her lips as her body convulsed. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her, her inner walls clenching around his fingers, her entire being lost to the overwhelming release. It was a pleasure so intense it was almost pain, a complete and total surrender.

As the tremors began to subside, leaving her limp and breathless on the cold marble, Lux rose. His face was slick with her essence, a look of profound satisfaction on his features. He licked his lips, savoring her taste.

"Don’t you dare hide those sounds from me," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that vibrated through her. His hands gripped her hips, flipping her over with surprising ease.

Her cheek pressed against the cool, unforgiving stone, the torn remnants of her cheongsam a tangled mess around her waist. She was exposed, presented to him like a prize, and the thrill of it sent a renewed surge of heat through her veins.

He ran a possessive hand down her spine, tracing the elegant line of her back down to the curve of her ass. His touch was electric, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He kneaded the soft flesh, his grip firm.

"Kneel for me," he whispered.