Chapter 333 – If You're Not Gonna Use This Body I Will
He didn't speak.
Didn't need to.
Because Rava was speechless.
Nervous.
Turned on.
Very.
Very turned on.
She felt her tentacles shift at her waist—those delicate coils reacting to her heartbeat, tightening around her like a shield and a leash. Her breath grew shaky. Her lips parted. Her knees… maybe a little wobbly.
"Lux…" she whispered.
He stepped closer.
Lifted her chin with two fingers.
"You said you had a dream," he murmured. "Make it graphic."
Rava shivered.
"I-I didn't think you'd actually—"
"I take dreams seriously."
That crooked smirk was back now, but his eyes were softer.
Not mocking.
Inviting.
She exhaled shakily, then lifted her hand to his chest.
Warm. Steady. Real.
Her eyes flickered upward, locking on his. A hint of mischief. A glint of nervous heat she didn't usually allow anyone to see.
"I mean," she mumbled, fingers tracing the faint curve of his pectoral, "it wasn't exactly PG."
