Chapter 1086: Her Favorite Cake

Chapter 1086 – Her Favorite Cake

Gula was looking at him like she had seen her favorite cake, the one she had been saving for a special day, and it had appeared in front of her.

"Your turn." Lux leaned over and slowly unzipped the dress.

Gula was not wearing anything underneath.

"Why aren’t you wearing underwear?" Lux’s tone was slightly amused.

"Easier to get them off."

"Planning this, were you?"

"I always plan ahead." Gula tilted her head, eyes dropping to him for one dangerous second before returning to his face. "For cake."

Lux smiled slowly. "Am I the cake?"

Her lips parted. Then she nodded, blushing. "Yes."

Lux’s smile grew. He bent his head and pressed his lips to her throat. "I’m impressed. You seduce better than last time."

"I can be a strategist."

"Good. Because this will require planning."

His hands slid over her skin, and his lips followed, caressing and exploring, slow and sensual. His hair was soft on her bare stomach, his fingers strong, gentle, stroking over her breasts, her ribs, the curve of her waist.

Gula’s voice broke into whimpers, her legs shifting, toes curling, her whole body arching. She was beautiful. Elegant, soft, and sensual. Lux’s eyes were dark, watching her, his gaze almost predatory. It was weird since Gula never looked this way. At least, in Lux’s point of view.

He kissed his way back up, his body heavy over hers, and she was soft and sweet and pliant beneath him. Her nails dragged across his skin, leaving lines, and his breathing caught.

Gula blinked, a little smile pulling at her lips.

Lux’s expression shifted. He leaned forward, lips brushing her ear. "Scratch harder."

Gula’s blush brightened, and she squirmed beneath him, but her nails dug deeper into his skin.

Lux’s body arched, and he exhaled, the sound low and rough. "Hnnn..."

Gula stared.

Lux looked at her, eyes dark, and his hand slid between her thighs, caressing the soft, warm folds.

Gula cried out. Her body clenched, and Lux’s breath caught.

He stroked her gently, watching her.

Gula writhed. Her back arched, and she made soft, needy sounds. She was flushed, and her pupils were dilated, black and wide.

Lux kissed her throat, and his fingers stroked inside her, finding a spot that made her entire body jump.

Gula’s legs shook. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her breathing was rough and uneven.

Lux lifted himself up and watched her, eyes dark and possessive, drinking in the sight of her.

Gula’s heart stumbled.

Not because she was scared.

Well.

Maybe a little.

But not bad scared.

Not the kind that made her want to run. More like standing before a dessert so beautiful she almost felt guilty cutting into it. More like staring at a banquet door and realizing everything behind it was meant for her, if only she had the courage to step inside without tripping over her own hunger.

Lux looked at her like she was not silly.

That was the dangerous part.

People often looked at Gula and saw appetite first. Food. Snacks. Cheeks puffed with bread. A girl who asked whether things were edible before asking whether they were cursed. She did not mind it most of the time. Hunger was honest. Hunger did not pretend. Hunger did not say pretty lies and then trap women in towers.

But Lux looked deeper.

He saw her hunger, yes.

He always did.

But he also saw the girl holding it.

And that made Gula feel exposed in a way no loosened dress ever could.

His hand slid back to her waist, not rushing, not taking. Just resting there, warm and steady, thumb moving slowly over her skin as if asking another silent question.

Gula swallowed. Her body answered first, arching slightly toward him like a traitor with excellent instincts.

Her mind followed, flustered but stubborn. She reached up and touched his chest with both hands.

That was unfair.

Lux’s body looked good from far away, yes, but touching it was different. Firm muscle under hot skin. A living warmth that made her fingers curl. His heartbeat thudded beneath her palm, calm but not unaffected. She liked that. Liked knowing he was not completely composed. Liked that she made Lux Vaelthorn breathe a little heavier.

A small smile pulled at her mouth. "You’re not as calm as you look," she whispered.

Lux’s gaze sharpened. "No one is."

"You act calm."

"I’m talented."

Gula giggled, then immediately bit her lip because the sound came out too sweet, too happy, too unlike the heavy heat filling the room.

Lux’s mouth curved.

Gula’s fingers tightened against his shoulders.

Because even with his pheromones curling faintly around them, even with her skin humming and her thoughts turning soft at the edges, the wanting felt like hers. It came from inside her chest, from old moments she had collected without realizing they were becoming feelings.

She cupped his face.

Lux stilled.

For once, Gula did not try to be funny immediately. Her thumbs touched his cheeks, and she looked at him properly.

"You always feed everyone," she said softly.

Lux blinked. "Me?"

"Yes."

His expression shifted.

She searched for the words, which was hard because words were slippery when Lux was half-naked above her and looking at her like that. "You are a Greed. Yet you always put everyone first before you."

"Hm... Maybe." Then his movement changed. The fingers inside her went rough, and his teeth pressed against her throat.

Gula moaned and clutched his back, and her body jerked with the sudden burst of sensation.

Lux’s breathing was hot on her skin. He kissed his way down her throat, then between her breasts. His tongue flicked out and licked the underside of one, the sensation making her nipples tighten, then his mouth closed around the nipple, and he sucked hard.

Gula’s back arched. Her legs shook. Her entire body tightened, and a loud, desperate sound broke from her lips.

"Ah- ah!"

Her fingers dug into his back, and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending a shock through her entire body.