Chapter 1091: Look at Me

Chapter 1091 – Look at Me

She couldn’t answer. She could only manage a broken whimper, her hands fisting in the rumpled sheets. The stretch was a sweet agony, an overwhelming pressure that bordered on pain but teetered on the exquisite edge of pleasure. She was full. Stretched. Possessed.

Then he began to move.

It was a slow, devastating withdrawal, a glide that made every nerve ending scream in protest. He pulled back until only the head of him remained inside.

’No... No, don’t leave,’ her instinct screamed.

For a heartbeat, she felt empty, a void crying out to be filled.

And then he drove back in.

A powerful, deliberate surge that knocked the breath from her body. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed the frantic beating of her heart. He set a punishing pace.

"L-Lux! Ah... ah... ah..." Her cries were punched out of her with every impact.

His hands were everywhere, one holding her hip in a grip of steel, the other snaking around to find her breast. His thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple, pinching just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her clit.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Her head was heavy, but she forced herself to turn. His eyes held hers captive. He watched her as if she were the only thing in the universe that mattered. He was not just taking her body, he was consuming her soul.

"Feel how you take me," he murmured, the words a dark caress. "So tight. So wet."

His praise was a key that unlocked a deeper, darker part of her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with a newfound desperation. The angle shifted, and his cock scraped against a spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Lux! Oh, Lux! There! Right there!" Her vision swam. The world narrowed to the relentless rhythm of their bodies, to the friction building an unbearable tension low in her belly, to the molten heat pooling in her core.

Lullaby, propped against the headboard, was no longer a sleepy observer. Her eyes, wide and dark with arousal, were fixed on the place where their bodies joined. One hand was between her own legs, moving in a slow, lazy circle, the other was pinching her own nipple. Her breath was a soft, ragged pant. "That’s it, Lux," she purred, her voice a silken command. "Make her scream for you."

Lux’s response was a growl. He released her breast and tangled a hand in her hair, tugging her head back, exposing the long, vulnerable column of her throat. He didn’t bite.

He just held her there. He pounded into her, his thrusts driving her forward, her face pressed into the mattress.

The sounds she made were no longer words. They were raw, guttural cries.

"Please... please..." she sobbed, the plea tearing from her throat. "I can’t... I’m..."

"You can," he grated, his voice raw with exertion. "And you will."

He shifted, changing the angle again, and the new pressure was a lit match dropped on gasoline. The coil in her belly tightened to an impossible degree, a spring wound so tight it was about to snap. The world fractured, colors bleeding into one another. His name was a prayer on her lips, a litany of desperate need. His scent filled her lungs, a dark, intoxicating perfume that promised everything and demanded everything in return.

And then Lux leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Now," he whispered.

The coil snapped.

The world dissolved.

A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over her, so intense it was almost painful. Her body convulsed, her back bowing in a severe arc, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. A scream tore from her throat, a high, thin sound of pure release. It wasn’t a word, not a name, just a raw, primal expression of ecstasy. Her vision went white, and for a moment, she ceased to exist. She was nothing but sensation.

Through the roaring in her ears, she dimly heard Lux’s own groan, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction as he followed her over the edge. His hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing inside her, spilling a hot flood of release. He buried his face in her neck, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps against her sweat-slicked skin.

"My turn~"

A sleepy, satisfied purr cut through the post-coital haze.

Lullaby.

Gula felt a gentle tug on her shoulders, and she collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap, her limbs refusing to obey her brain’s commands. Her body was a live wire. Every muscle felt loose and liquid, every nerve ending singing a slow, languid song.

Lux, still embedded within her, braced himself on his forearms, careful not to crush her with his weight. He pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to her shoulder blade. "You’re magnificent," he murmured.

Before she could formulate a response, a pair of soft hands was gently pushing Lux away. "Me, me! I also want it," Lullaby said, her voice a husky, contented drawl. She nudged him.

Lux withdrew from Gula’s body. The sudden emptiness drew a soft whimper from her lips.

Lux moved to the side, rolling onto his back. His chest rose and fell, his skin flushed. He was still magnificent. And, Gula noted with a dizzying little flutter, still breathtakingly aroused, his erection standing proud against his stomach.

Lullaby crawled towards him with the languid grace of a cat stretching in a patch of sun. There was nothing sleepy about her eyes now, they were dark, hooded, fixed on her prize. She knelt beside him, her movements deliberate, and swung a leg over his hips. Instead of taking him inside her, she settled her slick heat against the length of his shaft.

Gula watched, her breath catching in her throat.

Lux’s hands came to rest on Lullaby’s thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there. His gaze was locked on Lullaby, a look of raw, undisguised hunger on his face. "Impatient, are we?" he asked.

Lullaby leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest.