Chapter 857 – Don’t You Dare

"Oh~" A moan involuntary came out of her mouth. She covered her mouth once again in shame.

Lux chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her chest. "No. Don’t you dare," he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. He gently but firmly pulled her hand away from her face, lacing their fingers together. "I want to hear you. All of you."

He shifted inside her, a slow, circular grind of his hips that made her toes curl. The friction was exquisite, a slow-burning fire that was steadily building towards an inferno.

"I love this," he murmured, his eyes dark with an emotion that went far beyond simple lust. "So open. So honest."

His gaze was intense, a physical touch that caressed her as surely as his hands. He saw her, not just the powerful dragon or the elegant woman, but the vulnerable, passionate creature beneath. He saw the parts of her she kept hidden, even from herself.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deep, a sharing of breath and souls. It was a kiss of intimacy, of connection, of a burgeoning understanding that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

His movements became more fluid. The water from the showerhead, forgotten until now, began to cascade over them, a warm, cleansing rain. The steam rose around them, shrouding them in a misty, ethereal haze, creating a world that belonged only to them.

The water slicked their skin, making every glide, every touch, a sensual delight. His hands roamed her body, tracing the elegant lines of her back, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He mapped her, memorized her, claimed every inch of her as his own.

She met his rhythm, her body moving with his in a perfect, harmonious sync. This wasn’t a battle anymore, it was a collaboration, a symphony of shared pleasure. Her head fell back against the cool glass, her throat exposed in a gesture of ultimate trust.

His lips followed the line of her throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her damp skin. He nipped at her collarbone, a sharp, stinging bite that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue soothed the mark, a slow, languid caress that made her shudder.

"Good girl," he breathed against her skin. "Moan more. Let me hear your voice."

A strangled sound escaped her lips, a mix of a moan and a sob. The praise, the gentle command, it was a potent aphrodisiac that bypassed her conscious mind and spoke directly to her deepest desires.

He shifted his angle, his cock hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her with every long, deliberate stroke. The pleasure was building again, a slow, steady tide that was rising, threatening to sweep her away. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Lux," she breathed, his name a prayer, a plea, a surrender.

"I know, my dragon," he murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Let go for me. I’ve got you."

His words were the final push she needed. The dam broke, and a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss crashed over her.

This orgasm was different from the first. It wasn’t a violent explosion, but a slow, rolling wave of pleasure that washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless in its wake.

Her body clenched around him, a series of deep, rhythmic spasms that milked his cock, pulling him deeper.

His movements became more erratic, his control finally shattering. He thrust into her, hard and fast, chasing his own release. With a final, guttural groan, he came again, his hot seed flooding her for a second time, a liquid heat that seemed to fill every corner of her being.

She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that gradually slowed to match her own.

He had claimed her, not just with his body, but with a tenderness that had breached her ancient, lonely defenses. A tenderness she now had to crush, before it took root.

He leaned back, just enough to look at her. His face, usually a mask of cunning and control, was open, vulnerable. His eyes, soft in the steamy haze, held a look that was far too gentle, far too... caring.

It was a look she could not afford to see.

With a surge of will that felt like tearing her own soul in two, Yue pushed.

Her hands, which had been clinging to him in a desperate embrace, flattened against his chest. She shoved, not with her full, dragonic strength, she wasn’t trying to kill him, but with enough force to make her point unmistakable.

Lux stumbled back a step, surprise flashing in his eyes. He released her, his hands falling to his sides as he processed this sudden shift.

Yue didn’t hesitate. She slid from him, his body leaving hers with a slick, final sensation that made her tremble. She turned her back on him, presenting a cool, indifferent profile. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the shower dial, cranking the heat.

The water, now scalding, cascaded over her. It was a punishment and a purification. The heat bit at her skin, turning it a delicate, angry pink.

She tilted her head back, letting the spray scour her face, her neck, her shoulders, washing away the evidence of their encounter, the sweat, the scent, the sticky traces of his release.

But she couldn’t wash away the feeling of him inside her. The deep, satisfied ache. The memory of his hands, his lips, his words.

"Are you trying to wash me away?" he asked. His voice was calm, lacking the accusation she had expected. It was... knowing. Annoyingly so.

Yue didn’t turn. "I’m trying to wash me away," she corrected, her voice tight. She kept her eyes fixed on the white tiles of the wall, the water blurring them into a featureless void.

A soft, humorless chuckle came from behind her. "You can’t," he said simply. "It’s too late for that. I’ve tasted you. Felt you. You’re a part of me now."