Chapter 11: Sensory Overload (18+)
Chapter 11 – Sensory Overload (18+)
She inhaled sharply, fingers digging into his arms, but he didn’t give her time to think. His hand trailed up her side—slow and wicked—before cupping her breast with full, deliberate pressure. His thumb flicked across the peak, and Naomi’s back arched.
Lux grinned against her neck. "You like that?"
"Y-yes."
His teeth grazed her again. "Say it louder."
"Yes—yes!"
"That’s better."
His mouth worshipped her now—kiss after kiss, lick after bite—until she was writhing beneath him, her body singing with anticipation.
Then he pulled back—only for a second—and met her eyes.
"I’m not going to be gentle," he said, voice low and edged with heat. "I don’t do soft. Not unless I’m luring angels into hell."
Naomi nodded, breath ragged.