Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 529: Fifty
Chapter 529 – Fifty
She locked her legs around him again. "Inside... Lux... I want it... all of it..."
He thrust one last time, deep and unrestrained. His entire body tensed, hips pressing flush against her as heat flooded through him.
Lux groaned loudly against her neck, a raw, vulnerable sound he didn’t let anyone hear. His body shuddered as he came deep inside her, pulse after pulse spilling into her warmth until he felt lightheaded.
Naomi gasped when she felt him fill her. "Lux..."
He held her tightly, chest pressed to hers as he rode out every last wave, breathing hard against her shoulder.
When he finally pulled back, she felt warmth spill out of her.
Sticky, hot, undeniable. Her body still trembled from the aftershocks.
Lux looked down at her, eyes burning with heat and mischief. Then he laughed—low, a little cocky, breathless from the high they just shared.
"That’s the second round," he said, voice like a dark purr. "But you know me... I won’t stop at second."
She blinked, dazed and breathless. "Lux—"
"Let’s break our record," he said. "Fifty."
Her mouth dropped open. "Fifty?! Are you insane? That’s impossible. I’ll die."
He leaned in, brushing his nose against hers, grinning like the devil he was. "Die? No, you won’t. You, darling..." He traced a slow, possessive line down her waist with his fingers, "...already have part of me inside you now."
Naomi’s breath caught. "You mean... your—?"
"My power," he whispered, smiling wider. "You’re still mortal. But not really just mortal anymore. You can keep up with me. My pace. My hunger. All of it." He kissed the corner of her lips, slow and deep. "You know what I mean."
She laughed softly, still flushed. "Fifty, though?"
His grin turned warm. "Don’t worry. I’ll stop the moment you say stop. Just say the word."
Naomi stared up at him, that glow in his eyes, the truth in his promise... and she nodded. "Okay."
What followed wasn’t chaos. It was worship.
Wild, yes. Relentless, absolutely. But not cruel.
Lux didn’t hold back anymore. He moved with purpose, with heat, with something so intense it blurred the line between affection and obsession. Between love and hunger. His lips mapped every inch of her, again and again, like he needed to re-memorize her body every time she said his name.
They tangled in the sheets, in the silence between gasps, in laughter that bled into kisses. Naomi clung to him like he was gravity.
And Lux? He looked at her like she was the only truth left in a world built on deals, betrayals, and currency.
He didn’t chase release. He chased her reactions.
Every sound. Every shiver. Every broken whisper of his name.
He devoured it.
By the time they were done, the bed was a wreck of heat and sweat and twisted sheets. The scent of him clung to the air—heady, overwhelming. Like incense and fire. His touch lingered everywhere, as if his hands had left a mark deeper than skin.
Naomi lay there, chest rising and falling in exhausted bliss, her skin dewy with sweat and something more.
Lux was beside her, propped up on an elbow, eyes locked on her like he still hadn’t had enough.
Some of his cum had spilled across her thighs.
Some trickled onto the sheets.
Some clung to the curve of her stomach.
He watched, chest still rising unevenly.
Naomi reached down with her fingers, teasing at the mess between her legs. "Lux..."
He arched a brow, watching.
She dipped her fingers into what he’d left inside her, then brought them to her lips.
And licked them.
Slowly.
Playfully.
Like she wanted him to react.
His pupils dilated.
"You like it," he whispered, voice low, awe-struck.
She smirked, still breathless. "You said you were starving..."
Lux leaned down and kissed her again.
Messy. Deep.
Tasting the faint salt on her lips and the satisfaction in her breath.
He dragged his hand over her stomach slowly, smearing what was left there in lazy strokes. She gasped softly at the intimate touch.
"Look at you," he murmured. "Covered in me... In my kids..."
Her cheeks turned pink, lips parting. "Whose fault is that?"
"Mine," he said proudly. Then kissed her again before gently laying her back onto the pillows.
She sighed into the kiss, body loose, flushed, utterly spent. Her skin glowed with sweat and heat, her chest still rising in uneven breaths. Lux hovered above her like a shadow trimmed in firelight, red eyes trailing across her curves, the flush along her throat, the stickiness where their bodies met.
She was beautiful. Ruined. Glowing.
He leaned down, kissing her temple, her cheek, her collarbone, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his lips. Then his voice dropped to a low murmur.
"Round fifty-one."
Naomi’s eyes flew open, wide, glassy. "You’re joking..."
He smirked against her neck. "Darling. I never joke about sex."
Before she could answer, his hips rolled against her again. Slow, deliberate, unmistakably real. She gasped, her fingers gripping at the sheets as her already sore body tried to process what was happening.
"Lux, I can’t—"
"You can," he whispered, licking the words into her skin. "You already have."
She whimpered. He moved again.
And then?
Everything blurred.
The line between exhaustion and pleasure. Between pain and want. Between laughter and broken moans. Naomi tried to think, to ground herself, but there was no room. No space. Just Lux.
The bed creaked beneath them, sweat beading along their skin. Naomi’s breath turned to soft, helpless sounds, gasping, pleading, moaning as Lux took her again, slow and rough, as if her body was the only prayer he still believed in.
The air was thick with sex and heat. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her fingers dragging along his shoulders as if trying to hang onto something, anything.
But she was already too far gone.
Lux didn’t give her a moment to reset. Every time she reached the edge, he pushed her further. Whispered things against her ear. Gripped her hips like he’d claim them forever. Kissed her until she for got her own name.
And all she could do was melt into it. Into him.
