Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 750: Unfinished Business
Chapter 750 – Unfinished Business
She could feel his cock against her fully now. Hard. Heavy. Impatient.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping firmly.
"You don’t like unfinished business," she teased, though her voice wasn’t steady anymore.
"No."
His fingers traced over the soft heat between her folds, not entering, just circling, brushing lightly.
Her knees weakened slightly.
He felt it.
He smirked against her skin.
"You think you can make me hard and just walk away."
Her breathing grew faster.
His thumb brushed over her folds again, slow and deliberate, feeling how warm she already was.
"You’re cruel," she whispered.
"You like it."
His mouth returned to hers again, slower now but deeper. One hand still on her breast, fingers teasing her nipple between thumb and forefinger. The other sliding lower again, exploring the heat between her thighs without crossing into explicit territory.
Her body responded instantly. Pressing closer. Hips shifting slightly against him.
The wall was cool against her back. His body was burning against her front.
Steam still lingered in the bathroom air.
Water still dripped faintly from his hair onto her collarbone.
He pulled back slightly, breathing heavier now.
"I don’t like half work," he repeated.
She looked at him, flushed, pupils darker.
"You’re impossible."
"And you’re still here."
He lifted her slightly, enough to press her back more firmly against the wall, his body pinning her fully.
His cock pressed harder against her stomach, heavy and demanding. His hand slid back to her breast again, squeezing firmly this time.
She exhaled sharply.
He didn’t let it go further.
He didn’t cross the line.
He just held her there, tension high, bodies tight, breath mixed.
He leaned down close to her ear.
"Next time," he murmured, "don’t walk away."
Her fingers tightened in his shoulders.
"Or what."
He smirked.
"You already know."
He kissed her one more time, slower now, claiming, sealing, reminding.
Then he stepped back slightly.
Still hard.
Still dominant.
Still very much not finished.
And very much enjoying the fact that neither was she.
"You really don’t like unfinished business," she breathed.
Lux didn’t answer with words.
He moved.
His hand gripped her waist and turned her again, but this time there was no teasing restraint. He lifted her easily, and her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively. The towel dropped fully to the marble floor.
Her breath caught when she felt him, hot, hard, pressing between her thighs.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
"Lux..."
That wasn’t a warning.
That was surrender.
He pushed her back against the wall and kissed her again, rougher this time. His hand slid up her body, pulling her dress higher until it bunched around her hips. Her breasts were already bare from earlier teasing, nipples flushed and sensitive. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking slowly before grazing it lightly with his teeth.
She moaned.
Not soft.
Not polite.
A low, raw sound that vibrated against his chest.
Her tail tightened around him.
He lifted his head and looked at her, flushed, pupils blown, lips parted.
"Still patient?" he murmured.
"Shut up," she whispered, breathless.
Her hand slid between them and wrapped around his cock, guiding him.
Slow.
He watched her do it.
Watched her position him.
Watched the way her breath hitched when the tip pressed against her folds.
She was already wet.
Warm.
Inviting.
He didn’t rush it.
He pushed in slowly at first, just enough to feel her body open around him.
Her head fell back against the wall.
"Ah—"
That sound.
That was his favorite.
He slid deeper.
Steady.
Controlled.
Feeling every inch of heat, every tightening muscle around him. Her nails dragged down his back as he sank fully inside her.
For a second, neither moved.
Just breathing.
Just heat.
Just the weight of him buried inside her.
Her tail coiled tighter around his thigh.
"Move," she whispered.
He did.
Not slow anymore.
He set a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest. Deep thrusts, pushing her against the wall with every motion. The marble echoed faintly with the impact.
Her breasts bounced with each movement. His hand came up to grip one firmly, thumb rolling over her nipple again while he drove into her.
She moaned louder now.
Unfiltered.
Her legs tightened around his waist as if she was afraid he might disappear if she didn’t hold him there.
Her folds tightened around him, squeezing him harder.
"You feel that?" he murmured against her ear.
"Yes—"
Her voice broke into a gasp as he shifted slightly, hitting deeper.
"Lux—"
Her tail lashed once behind her, knocking over a small bottle on the counter with a soft clatter.
He didn’t slow down.
He couldn’t.
The tension from earlier, all of it burned through him now. Not anger.
Release.
Her body responded to him completely. Clinging. Arching. Breathing harder with every thrust. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if he was her anchor.
She kissed him desperately between moans.
"I’m close," she whispered against his mouth.
He felt it.
The way her body tightened around him. The way her breath became uneven.
He thrust harder.
Faster.
Her horns glowed brighter. Her tail trembled.
Then she broke.
Her body arched fully against him as a sharp cry left her lips. Her folds clenched around him intensely, pulsing, gripping him like she was afraid to let go.
He held her through it, thrusting once more, twice more, feeling her tremble in his arms.
That pushed him over the edge too.
He groaned low against her neck, burying himself fully as release hit him hard and deep. His hands tightened around her waist as his body followed hers into that peak.
For a moment, the world narrowed to breath and heat and the echo of her voice.
Then slowly, slowly, he stopped moving.
Still holding her.
Still inside her.
Her forehead rested against his shoulder. Her breathing was uneven. Her tail loosened its grip.
"You’re insane," she murmured weakly.
He laughed softly, still catching his breath.
"And you like it."
