Chapter 856 – Still Hard

He was torturing her, drawing out the anticipation until it was a physical pain.

She looked at him, at the hard, beautiful lines of his face, at the fire burning in his eyes. She saw the struggle there, the iron control he exerted.

"Please," she whispered, the word a surrender. A plea. She, Yue Xianlong, an ancient dragon, was begging.

A slow, triumphant smile touched Lux’s lips. He had won this battle of wills. He had broken through her centuries of pride and restraint.

He pushed into her.

Just an inch.

The stretch was exquisite, a burning, stinging pleasure that made her gasp. Her inner muscles clenched around him, trying to draw him in deeper, to take all of him.

He groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and strain. "You’re so tight," he breathed, his forehead pressing against hers. "So f*cking perfect."

He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, a little deeper this time. He was taking his time, letting her body adjust to him, stretching her slowly, deliberately. It was an exquisite torment, a slow, steady invasion that was making her lose her mind.

"More," she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "All of you. Now."

He chuckled, a low, husky sound. "So impatient," he chided, but there was a fondness in his tone that belied the teasing words. He gave her what she wanted.

With one hard, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

A scream tore from her throat, a raw, primal sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He was so deep, so impossibly deep, filling her completely, stretching her to her absolute limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that sent sparks dancing behind her eyes.

He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to the sheer, overwhelming size of him. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. His breath was hot and ragged against her neck.

"Move," she breathed, her voice a husky command.

He did.

He began to move, a slow, deep, punishing rhythm that stole her breath. Each thrust was a powerful, possessive claim. He was not making love to her, he was f*cking her, with a raw, primal intensity that spoke to the wild, untamed part of her soul.

The world dissolved. There was only the feeling of him inside her, the slap of skin against skin, the guttural sounds of their shared pleasure. The counter was hard and unyielding against her back.

"Oh, f*ck. You are delicious," he growled, the words a hot, wet puff of air against her ear. He shifted his angle, and suddenly, he was hitting that spot deep inside her, the one that made stars explode behind her eyes.

Her nails dug into the hard muscle of his back, leaving red welts in their wake. She didn’t care. All she cared about was the feeling of him moving inside her, the relentless, driving rhythm that was pushing her towards the edge of sanity.

"Nggh," she gasped, the words torn from her lips. Her pride stopped her from speaking obscene words.

His response was to thrust harder, deeper, a punishing rhythm that was pushing her towards a precipice. The tension coiled in her belly, a tight, hot knot of pleasure that was about to snap.

He could feel it. He could feel her body tightening around him, the subtle shift in her breathing that signaled her impending release. He shifted again, grinding his hips against her, stimulating her clit with every thrust.

"You are holding yourself." He murmured. "Scream for me."

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub it in a firm, circular motion.

The dual stimulation was too much. The knot of pleasure inside her snapped, and her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of sensation that swept her away.

Her back arched, a raw, ragged scream tearing from her throat. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss, a release of centuries of pent-up passion and longing. Her inner walls clenched around him, a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms that milked his cock, pulling him deeper, demanding everything he had.

Lux roared, a primal, triumphant sound that echoed off the tiled walls. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Her release, her complete and utter surrender, was the final push he needed.

He thrust into her one last, deep, hard time, burying himself to the hilt. He came, a powerful, explosive release that seemed to go on forever. His hot seed flooded her, a liquid fire that filled her to the brim, marking her as his from the inside out.

He collapsed against her, his body a heavy, comforting weight, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

She thought that was all. But then he whispered.

"That was the appetizer."

Before she could process the meaning of his words, before her trembling limbs could even register the shift, he moved. There was no hesitation, no moment of recovery. He simply scooped her up from the counter, her slick body pressed against his chest, the torn silk of her cheongsam a forgotten ruin on the floor.

He didn’t carry her far.

He turned, pressing her back against the cold, wet glass of the shower stall. The sudden shock of the chilled surface against her feverish skin made her gasp, her nipples pebbling into tight, sensitive points.

"You are still..." she started, her voice a husky whisper of disbelief. He was still hard, still thick and heavy inside her, a promise of more to come.

"I told you," Lux growled, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "I am Greed. And I want everything."

His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms circling his neck, holding on as he began to move again.

This was different.

The frantic, desperate rhythm from before was gone, replaced by a slower, more deliberate pace. Each thrust was a long, deep, grinding stroke, a sensual exploration that was both possessive and reverent.