Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 749: A Place
Chapter 749 – A Place
His eyes flicked down to her. "A place."
"Yes." Her hand drifted lower. "Deep in the dragon mountains."
He stilled slightly.
"Amplification," she whispered.
Her fingers brushed beneath the edge of the towel. "At least... for mortals."
His breathing shifted just a fraction.
"I don’t know if demons can take the effect."
The towel slipped.
Dropped.
Neither of them looked down.
Her palm wrapped around him slowly.
Warm.
Firm.
Intentional.
Lux inhaled sharply through his nose. "Tell me."
Her thumb traced along him lazily, testing the reaction. "It’s a legend," she continued, voice calm despite her hand slowly tightening around him. "Or maybe a myth."
Her fingers moved in slow strokes, unhurried, dragging heat through him steadily.
"It could be bullshit. Something dragons made up to pretend we were chosen."
Lux’s jaw tightened.
His hands moved to her waist, steadying himself.
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "But..."
Her hand squeezed lightly.
"Maybe it’s real."
He swallowed. "Where."
She smiled faintly against his skin.
"In the deepest mountains. Past the old ruins. Where the sky cracks at night."
Her fingers moved slower now, deliberate, stroking him in a rhythm that made his pulse throb under her palm.
"It’s said to amplify core energy. Multiply growth."
His breath deepened.
"How much?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"No one knows."
Her grip tightened just enough to make him react, not enough to let him lose control.
"Dragons today don’t pursue power like that anymore. We pursue wealth. Alliances. Political positioning."
She glanced up at him through her lashes.
"You’d fit in."
He huffed softly.
"I do."
Her thumb brushed over him again, slow, teasing.
"But in the past," she continued, voice lower now, "it was different. Back then, battles were about power."
Her strokes grew bolder.
Measured.
Not frantic.
She was watching his reactions carefully.
"And now," she murmured, "we can’t even reach it."
His fingers dug slightly into her waist.
"Why."
"The path is sealed."
She leaned closer, pressing her body against his.
"Locked."
Her hand slowed deliberately.
"And the key."
His voice dropped.
"You have it."
She smiled.
"It’s in my family vault."
Her fingers tightened again.
Not enough to push him over.
Enough to make him strain.
"You will tell me," he said quietly.
She shook her head slightly.
"I will take you."
Her hand moved again. Slow. Firm. Controlled.
"But I need the key."
She leaned up and brushed her lips against his.
"And I need you to be patient."
Lux exhaled sharply.
Patience.
That word always irritated him.
Her strokes became slower now. Almost cruelly slow.
She was not letting him take control.
She was controlling the pace.
She watched him carefully. The tightening of his jaw. The subtle flex of his fingers. The way his breathing grew heavier but contained.
"You don’t like waiting," she teased softly.
"No."
Her hand slid lower briefly, then back up.
He hissed quietly.
She didn’t let him finish.
Didn’t let him build too far.
She kept him suspended right at the edge.
"You’re not allowed to outrun everything," she whispered. "Not politics. Not power. Not fear."
Her strokes slowed even more.
"You want more strength. You’ll get it."
Her fingers tightened again, deliberate pressure.
"But not because you panic."
He looked down at her.
Eyes sharper now.
She smiled faintly.
She leaned in and kissed him deeply.
Slow.
Warm.
Not rushed.
Her hand never stopped moving.
But she didn’t let him crest.
She kept him right there.
Teetering.
Alive.
Hungry.
Focused.
She pulled back slowly.
Still holding him.
Still controlling the rhythm.
"You’re not climbing alone," she said quietly.
His breath was steady again now.
Contained.
Controlled.
Even as his body strained under her grip.
He placed one hand over hers gently.
Stopping her.
For now.
"Then we climb together," he said.
She released him slowly.
Just enough.
Leaving him hard.
Awake.
Very much aware.
She smirked.
"Finish your bath."
He exhaled sharply through his nose.
"You are cruel."
She laughed softly.
"I am a dragon."
Then she stepped back.
Leaving him standing there.
Steam curled between them.
She turned toward the door like she had all the control in the world.
Lux stared at her back for half a second.
Hard.
Still hard.
Very aware of it.
"Oh," he said slowly. "Now you’re leaving me like this?"
He disappeared.
The air folded.
Teleport shimmer snapped the space between them shut and he reappeared in front of her before her fingers even touched the door handle.
She barely had time to blink before his hand pressed against the wall beside her head.
"Not happening," he said.
His other hand caught her waist and turned her fully into the marble wall.
Firm.
Controlled.
Dominant.
Her back met stone with a soft sound.
Her breath hitched, not fear. Anticipation.
"You started it," he murmured.
Her eyes burned.
"I was motivating you."
"You were teasing me."
He stepped closer.
She felt the heat of him... felt how hard he was, pressing against her stomach.
Her breath deepened.
"And now," he continued, voice lower, "you’re walking away."
She lifted her chin.
"Maybe."
"No."
He kissed her.
Hard.
Not slow like before.
Not careful.
His mouth claimed hers, teeth grazing her lower lip before deepening the kiss. One hand slid up her side, gripping her waist tighter. The other moved to her chest.
He didn’t hesitate.
His palm covered one of her breasts fully through the thin fabric of her dress. Warm. Firm. His thumb rolled slowly over her nipple through the cloth.
She gasped into his mouth.
"You’re bold," she whispered.
"I’m finishing what you started."
His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, teeth grazing lightly. His hand squeezed her breast again, fingers kneading slowly before sliding lower.
Her dress was already loose from earlier movement. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric and found bare skin.
Her breath broke when his hand moved lower, sliding down her stomach, down to the heat between her thighs.
He pressed her harder against the wall.
