Chapter 380 – Weaponized Softness Like Other Demons Wielded Blades
He was good. Too good. Naomi's chest tightened, not just from arousal but from the weight of it—the way he made it sound like he wasn't seducing her, but begging her. As if he'd fall apart without her answer.
"You're not innocent," she hissed, though her fingers dug into his shoulders like she couldn't let him go.
"I am with you," he lied sweetly.
She knew it.
She knew it!
But damn him, she wanted to believe anyway.
He guided himself to her, the thick head pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her body already trembling around his fingers still moving inside her. He withdrew them, slick and slow, then replaced them with something so much more.
"Lux…"
"Shh." He kissed her, soft. Almost tender. "Just feel me."
And then—he pushed in.
