Chapter 35: Appetite and Chaos
Chapter 35 – Appetite and Chaos
Lux tried not to think about that.
Tried.
But that thought—that cursed, smug thought—echoed somewhere in the back of his skull even as Naomi kissed down his chest like she was reading scripture in reverse.
Silk hit the floor. Lace followed. Then the straps.
Then her lips.
He barely had time to process the way she straddled him, her thighs warm and trembling, her breath shallow, her fingers tangled in his hair like she was clinging to the edge of a very expensive, very forbidden cliff. Her dress was half-off, pooling around her waist like a puddle of night, and she was on him before he could say anything clever.
Not that he wanted to.
Because Naomi Delacour—delicate, proper, soft-spoken Naomi—was riding him like her inheritance depended on it. Like the pact hadn’t just awakened some legacy skill, but cracked open something else inside her. Something darker. Wilder. Hungrier.
And Lux?
He let her.