Chapter 916: Don’t Regret It
Chapter 916 – Don’t Regret It
Her tails, which had been swaying gently behind her, went still. The nine plumes of fur fanned out slightly, a subconscious reaction he was beginning to recognize.
A signal.
Not of aggression, but of intense focus.
He found himself mirroring her, leaning in just fractionally, closing the last inch of sterile air between them.
His hands came forward instinctively. One found the small of her back, pressing gently against the thin fabric of her dress. The other came to rest on her hip, fingers tracing the curve of her bone.
The contact sent a jolt through her, sharp and undeniable.
He could feel the subtle shift in her posture, the way she leaned into his touch.
"You are hard already. I know you are horny... Let me settle it for you," she whispered.
Lux answered her not with words but with a look, a raw, hungry need. He moved.
His hands were no longer gentle. They gripped her hips, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, and instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her arms flew around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
He kissed her.
It wasn’t a gentle exploration. It was a claim. A desperate, consuming clash of lips and teeth.
He tasted her, a mix of mint and something uniquely, intoxicatingly Fiera.
"Don’t regret it."
He ground against her, the thick length of his erection a hard, demanding pressure against her core even through the layers of their clothes.
Her moan was swallowed by his mouth, a vibration of pure, unadulterated need.
He didn’t bother with the journey to the bed. His body took control, driven by a primal imperative. He turned and slammed her back against the wall of the suite. The thud was loud.
"Easy, Lux. Let me have you first."
She pushed him, flipping their position and went down to his hard cock. There she saw it. His cock. Hard and wet on its tip.
Her lips parted, a soft, reverent sigh escaping before she leaned in. She took it in.
Her tongue was hot and wet against the sensitive head, swirling around it, lapping at the bead of moisture there.
"Ngh..." He groaned, a raw, guttural sound that vibrated through his entire body. One of his hands tangled in her hair, not forcing, just resting.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his impressive girth. The sight of her, of this fierce, intelligent woman on her knees for him, was almost too much.
Her fox ears twitched with focus, and her nine tails swayed behind her in a hypnotic, sensual rhythm.
She started to move, setting a rhythm that was both torment and ecstasy. Her mouth was a hot, wet velvet sheath, her tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure.
She took him deep, then pulled back, her teeth scraping lightly along his shaft in a way that made his entire body clench.
"Fiera..." Her name was a choked gasp.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and that was nearly his undoing. The sight of her lips wrapped around him.
She took him even deeper, her nose brushing against the dark curls at the base of his shaft. Her throat constricted around him, and the sensation was white-hot pleasure, a searing brand of possession.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
With a snarl, he pulled her up. He slammed her against the wall again, his hands tearing at the delicate fabric of her dress. The silk ripped, the sound echoing in the room.
He didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to her. He needed to feel her skin against his.
His lips found hers again, a desperate, bruising kiss as he kicked her legs apart.
He reached down, tearing her panties away with a single, decisive motion.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick, swollen folds.
He paused for a heartbeat.
He locked eyes with her, and in that moment, the world outside this room ceased to exist. There was no business, no reputations, no carefully constructed walls.
There was only him, and her, and the raw, unvarnished need that passed between them.
Without another word, he drove into her.
He filled her completely, stretching her, a sudden, overwhelming fullness that stole the breath from her lungs.
"Ah, you are that horny," she gasped.
But he was already moving.
He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and deep, his hips pistoning into hers. He angled his hips, hitting a spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head thrown back against the wall as she met him thrust for thrust. Her legs were locked around his waist, her body moving with his in a desperate, primal rhythm.
The sounds they made were raw and unrestrained.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
Of gasping breaths and desperate moans.
Of her name, a prayer on his lips.
His name, a scream on hers.
He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles clenching, her body tensing as she spiraled towards her release. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles.
That was all it took.
With a cry, she shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed, her back arching, her nails scoring deep furrows into his skin.
The feel of her coming undone around him was his undoing.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt and came. He poured himself into her, his entire body shaking with the force of his release, a hoarse shout tearing from his throat.
Lux’s head rested against her shoulder, his body pinning her to the wall.
He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his chest, a rhythm that mirrored his own.
Slowly, carefully, he lowered her to the ground. His legs felt weak, unsteady. He braced a hand against the wall.
Fiera leaned against the wall, her legs trembling.
She looked at him.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and dazed with pleasure.
She was a mess.
Her dress was torn.
Her hair was disheveled.
