Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 378: You Don’t Need to Pray

Chapter 378 – You Don’t Need to Pray

He was already behind her, hands warm and slippery with that luxurious oil blend he used—something expensive and vaguely sinful, the kind of scent you only smelled in high-end lounges or after waking up from a dream you weren’t sure you were allowed to enjoy.

Naomi let herself sink into the bath’s heated curve, the water swirling gently with each touch of his fingers.

He started with her shoulders again. Gentle. Rhythmic. Like he was mapping her bones by feel. His thumbs dug just deep enough to tease the stress out, and then softer, smoothing her skin with slow, reverent circles.

"You’re too tense," Lux murmured, leaning forward. His lips brushed her neck. "You know I could write an entire stress index based on how your shoulders knot up. It’s tragic."

"I’ve had a day," she mumbled, though her voice was already melting under his touch.

He chuckled, low and warm, and it vibrated against her skin. "Then let me fix it."

Naomi exhaled. "You’re already halfway there..."

But he wasn’t aiming for halfway.

His hands wandered—slowly, as if each inch of her deserved its own attention. Down her back. Along her waist. One hand dipped lower to her thigh, underwater, dragging lazy circles up and down, while the other pressed flat against her belly, keeping her close.

And then—

He pulled her back. Flush against his chest.

Naomi gasped.

The water rippled around them, and Lux’s breath ghosted over her ear. His voice dipped again, that dangerous silk he wore when he wanted to unspool her piece by piece.

"You feel good like this."

"Lux..."

"You always do," he whispered. "But this? This is perfect. Warm. Soft. All mine."

His hand moved again, this time between her thighs.

She stiffened for a moment—but not in resistance. In awareness. That sharp jolt of heat that hit when something stopped being teasing and started being real.

He didn’t rush. He never did.

Lux seduced like he negotiated: with precision, with patience, with devastating efficiency.

Naomi’s lips parted, breath hitching as his fingers dipped further, sliding against her slick, already-heated center. The water didn’t hide anything—it just made the sensation sharper. Hotter. Like her nerves were tuned to every ripple he caused.

Her eyes fluttered.

"Gods..."

"I’m right here," he said, kissing her jaw. "You don’t need to pray."

She turned slightly, one hand reaching back to grip his thigh, anchoring herself. Her mind was already blurring, that boundary between affection and desire collapsing fast.

Lux tilted her chin. Slowly. Gently.

And then his mouth found hers.

Soft at first. Tender. Testing.

But she kissed back. And when she did?

It turned into fire.

Naomi moaned into his mouth, her body arching instinctively against his. Her hands scrambled for purchase—his leg, his arm, the marble ledge of the bath. It was messy and wet and deep, tongues brushing, teeth catching, breaths stolen.

His hand didn’t stop. His fingers still worked her under the water, dragging her up that steep incline of pleasure with maddening patience.

Lux kissed her like he was starving. Like she was the only salvation he could afford, and he was ready to default on everything else. His mouth moved from hers to her throat, kissing, licking, biting gently.

And then—he paused.

Just long enough for her to catch her breath.

"Naomi..." he whispered, voice hoarse now.

"Hm...?" she managed, dazed.

"I’m hurt."

She blinked, panting. "What?"

"I’m hurt," he said again, softer this time. Like a confession.

His lips brushed her cheek. Her temple. He rested his forehead against hers.

"Lux," she whispered, frowning. "You’re not hurt."

He smiled. That lazy, lying incubus smile.

"My heart hurts."

She opened her mouth to snap something back—but the look in his eyes stopped her.

Because it was a joke.

But also... it wasn’t.

That smile was there. That charm. But the glint in his eyes—that little flash of truth hiding under the mischief—it struck her clean.

"Stop weaponizing that," she said, trying to keep her tone light.

"I’m not," he murmured. "I mean it."

He kissed her again. Not rough. Not teasing. Just real.

Then he pulled back, looking her straight in the eyes. There was something in there. A genuine one that made her question herself about whether he was really hurt. That the trauma was that deep and he was hurt just because he remembered it.

"Tell me you love me."

Her heart stopped for half a beat.

"Lux—"

"Tell me," he whispered again. "Just once."

She stared at him, stunned. His expression was too raw, too close. The man who could reduce corporations to ash was... begging.

And gods. He didn’t even realize how dangerous that was.

Because it made her feel things.

Too many things.

Messy, terrifying, soft things.

She reached up. Cupped his cheek. Brushed her thumb across the curve of his mouth.

"...You already know," she said.

"I do." He kissed her palm.

But he didn’t stop there.

His lips lingered, warm and slow, like he was savoring the taste of those words even before she spoke them. And then—deliberately—his tongue flicked out, tracing the line between her fingers. A teasing, lazy lick that made her breath catch.

"Lux..." she whispered, cheeks already flushed.

He smirked slightly, his eyes still locked on hers.

Still serious.

Still raw.

But his mouth? Oh, that mouth was dangerous.

He drew her index finger to his lips again. Kissed it. Then took it into his mouth—just the tip. Sucked gently. Then deeper. Just enough to make her thighs press together, water shifting between them.

He slid his tongue along her knuckle, slow and obscene, and Naomi’s heart started to pound.

It was so intimate.

So unguarded.

Not just seductive—but worshipful.

And that terrified her more than anything else.

Because yeah.

They had fucked.

Gods knew how many times.

Against the wall. On the table.

But this?

This was different.

This wasn’t the cocky incubus prince proving he could make her scream.

This was Lux.

Soft.

Vulnerable.

Needing.

Her heart fluttered painfully in her chest.