Chapter 91: Don’t stop, okay? (Slight M)

Zephyr drew in a sharp, deep breath before letting out a low, dark chuckle. He lowered his head, pressing his lips close to Lucien’s ear—who was still buried against his neck—and whispered in a voice thick with desire.

"Cien... do you have any idea what you’re doing right now?"

The figure above him trembled but offered no answer. Zephyr’s voice, ringing softly in Lucien’s ear, was unnervingly calm—so steady it felt bewitching, sending a sharp shiver down his spine. Barely suppressing the groan caught in his parted lips, Lucien forced his head up—only for his nose to bump against that familiar, sharp jawline.

He let out a faint, breathless cry of accusation, his fingers tightening around Zephyr’s clothes. The frantic thumping of the heart beneath his hands—a wild rhythm that mirrored his own—became the only steadying force against the molten heat flooding his body. It was an onslaught that threatened to drown him, pulling him deeper into a haze of pure, unadulterated sensation.

Zephyr was amused by his antics, asking in a completely flat tone despite the underlying current of desire that made his voice rasp.

"What’s wrong? Don’t you want to keep licking? Hmm?"

He reached out and gripped Lucien’s chin, his thumb rubbing messily against Lucien’s lips, which felt wet, probably because of all the licking Lucien had just done to his neck.

His gray eyes held something dark yet calm as he felt Lucien’s rapid, hot breath against his face. He whispered against Lucien’s lips in a calm, slightly provocative voice.

"Having second thoughts already?"

Lucien felt his face burn. Through his blurred vision, he caught the smirk playing at the corner of Zephyr’s lips. Something in the back of his mind told him not to take him seriously, but he was too far gone to care. Driven by a mix of anger and desire, he reached out to bite those smirking lips.

But the moment his mouth made contact, the bite never came. Instead, he paused, overwhelmed by the softness. His tongue emerged tentatively to trace the seam of Zephyr’s lips before licking and nibbling at them. They had kissed before, but this time was different. Lucien wasn’t guiding him—and yet the explosion of pleasure he felt still made his head buzz with intensity.

Zephyr’s smirk deepened. Although he was amused, the vein faintly throbbing at his temple betrayed how close he was to reaching his limit. With all this enticing, how could he possibly remain unaffected?

He threaded his fingers through Lucien’s hair before wrapping his palm around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. The sudden movement drew a low groan and sent a full-body shiver through Lucien before Zephyr crashed their lips together.

Zephyr parted his lips, delving his tongue into the slightly opened mouth and turning their mingled breaths into one. He pressed Lucien firmly against himself and deepened the kiss, almost stealing the breath from his lungs.

Lucien wanted to wrap his legs around him, but he couldn’t because they were lying down. A soft, breathless gasp escaped him, tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction. He could only surrender himself to the man’s relentless kiss and let Zephyr plunder his mouth.

The kiss was wild and intoxicating.

As his breath grew thin, Lucien unconsciously ground his erection against Zephyr, the movement sending another tremor through his already overheated body. The force of his grip tore open the first few buttons of Zephyr’s shirt, revealing a glimpse of cool, healthy skin beneath.

Zephyr let out a quiet, sharp exhale, his own heartbeat growing increasingly irregular. Only when he felt Lucien struggling for breath did he finally force himself to pull away.

A thin thread of saliva briefly connected their glistening lips before breaking as Zephyr drew back. He pressed their foreheads together, feeling Lucien greedily gulp down air, his flushed face still close enough for their breaths to mingle.

Zephyr’s voice was low and hoarse when he finally spoke.

"Now this is how you kiss."

Whimpering softly, Lucien unconsciously muttered a curse, the sound slipping from his lips before he could stop it. It was as though the haze clouding his mind had loosened every restraint, leaving him barely aware of what he was saying or doing. The shame and mortification he usually felt whenever he had to get close to Zephyr to guide him had vanished completely, along with the panic and anxiety that had gripped him earlier after discovering the Red Mana Berries’ aphrodisiac-like side effect. All of it had been swallowed by the overwhelming heat consuming his entire body.

"It felt... so good... ah."

Zephyr’s breath faltered at the straightforward words that echoed in his ears. Suppressing his wildly beating heart, he released his hold on Lucien’s neck, only for Lucien to lean down and rub his face all over him, his lower body grinding against Zephyr’s. The movement made Lucien acutely aware of the hard tent beneath him, and he couldn’t help but let out a confused sound.

But Lucien’s movements froze when he felt Zephyr’s cool hand reach down and slip into his pants. His thumb hooked around the elastic waistband of his briefs, easily pulling it aside to create an opening before Zephyr’s hand slipped inside to touch his hardened length.

Lucien choked on his breath, his eyes snapping wide.

"W-Wait!"

With a raised brow, Zephyr indeed stopped.

The sudden pause made Lucien’s already unbearable need feel even more intense. He stared at Zephyr through his blurred vision, shock flashing across his flushed face.

Why did he stop?

Why?!

"Zephyr..."

His voice came out whiny, almost pleading.

Zephyr chuckled and leaned closer, his expression calm despite the heat between them.

"You said wait, hmm?"

Lucien’s grip on his clothes tightened, the corners of his eyes turning red as he stared at Zephyr accusingly.

"W-Why... Don’t you want me? It feels so unbearable."

He finally released Zephyr’s shirt and reached down to grab the hand that was still inside his briefs. His fingers curled tightly around Zephyr’s wrist, holding on as though afraid he would pull away again.

"Your hand feels good... don’t stop, okay?"