Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 69: Explore Me (18+)

Chapter 69: Explore Me (18+)

Chapter 69 – Explore Me (18+)

Her heartbeat wasn’t just fast now.

It was violent.

A trembling, crashing rhythm inside her ribs that didn’t care for dignity or restraint.

Rava was drowning in sensation.

Lux hadn’t moved like a predator—no. That would’ve implied hunger without control.

But the way he touched her now?

The way he stepped forward with that storm-in-a-smirk expression?

It was worship laced in possession.

Reverence braided with ruin.

Her tentacles, all of them, were flushed with heat. Sensitive. Overstimulated. They curled around his waist, his arms, his throat, trying to map him with instinct and need and... reverence. She hadn’t realized how much want lived inside her until now. Until this.

Until him.

Lux grinned when her tentacles brushed over his bare chest again, and this time—he didn’t wait.

Didn’t let her hold all the power.

He reached down and caught one.

Firm.

Intentional.

And brought it slowly to his mouth.

Rava froze.

His eyes never left hers.

And then—his tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, tracing the underside of her suctioned skin.

The sensation shot straight down her spine.

A sharp gasp slipped from her lips—unfiltered. Her whole body jolted, every nerve tightening like she’d been struck by lightning. Her knees nearly buckled, and her fingers clawed weakly into his shoulders as her tentacle twitched in his grip.

Lux licked her again.

Hot. Wet. Controlled. The pressure maddening—delicious.

And then, cruelly, he pulled back and exhaled against it, a slow warm breath that made her whimper.

He laughed softly.

"Sensitive," he whispered.

"Don’t—" she gasped, voice breaking. "Don’t do that if you’re not going to—"

He stepped into her again.

All heat and shadow and command.

"Not going to what?" he whispered into her ear. "Finish?"

Her entire body burned.

Her tentacles were coiling harder now, frantic, clutching—gripping him like they were drowning and he was the only air. They snaked around his thighs, his hips, one wrapping tightly behind his neck and tugging him closer like she didn’t trust her own words anymore.

Lux didn’t resist.

He let her grab him.

Let her drag him closer.

But the second she surrendered to that want—he took control.

His hand slid down her spine.

Slow.

Heavy.

Possessive.

The kind of touch that branded.

And his voice—oh, his voice. It sank low again, almost a growl in the center of his chest.

"Roam all you want," he murmured. "Touch everywhere. Explore me. You can."

He kissed her jaw. Then lower. The corner of her throat. Her collarbone. Her tentacles trembled.

"But I decide when you shatter, little kraken," he breathed.

That was the moment Rava broke.

Her hands slid down his chest, palms shaking, roaming over his muscles like she was learning scripture from skin. The words of his body written in scars, power, and heat. Her lips followed, brushing his neck, his collarbone, tracing down, down, tasting the salt and the sin on his skin like a starved priestess worshipping flesh instead of god.

She circled him.

Her tentacles mapped him from behind, coiling along the ridges of his back. Her lips kissed a trail down his spine, reverent, needing to know him, to consume this intimacy before it disappeared like a dream.

And Lux?

He let her circle. Let her worship.

But the moment she reached the front again, he took her chin in his fingers.

Forced her to look at him.

His eyes were molten gold and abyssal ink. Endless. Impossible.

He bent close.

"You’re mine for tonight," he whispered, voice laced with a darkness so velvet it could make a siren blush. "No distractions. No masks. Just you. And me."

She couldn’t breathe.

She didn’t want to.

Her tentacles were writhing again, not in fear this time—but surrender. They clung to him with need, every suction pad aching, desperate, open. And when he grabbed one again, his tongue tracing its edge once more—this time slower, firmer—she moaned aloud.

"I can feel your heart racing," he said against her skin.

She nodded, helpless.

"I like it."

His lips touched hers again. This kiss was different.

No more play.

No more teasing.

Just fire.

It was a kiss that split her wide open and poured sunlight and shadow inside. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her back just enough to expose her throat, and he bit her—not enough to break skin, but enough to claim.

Rava didn’t fight it.

She melted.

Lux’s hands were tracing down her back now. Slow. Detailed. Each press of his palm a silent promise. His voice in her ear again:

"You don’t need to be strong here," he said. "Just be mine."

And gods help her—she wanted that.

Even if just for this night.

Even if it broke her after.

She wanted to be his.

Rava leaned in and whispered "Then take me."

And Lux—voice deep, rough, intoxicating—just smiled.

"I already am."

The air was thick now. Not just with heat—but with gravity, the kind that dragged moans out of the lungs and made desire feel holy. Rava was trembling—somewhere between fear and want, between instinct and surrender—and Lux watched her like a storm god considering where to strike first.

And then?

He moved.

One hand on her hip, the other threading through her hair, anchoring her, grounding her while she unraveled. The heat of his skin was unreal—like he carried a sun under his ribcage—and she wanted all of it. On her. In her. Consuming her.

Her tentacles were already betraying her again, curling and shifting with a mind of their own. One slithered along the line of his spine, another wrapped snugly around his wrist, kissing it like it had memorized the pulse. But it was the one that moved lower, slow and reverent, that made Lux’s eyes narrow with dark approval.

Because she touched him.

There.

Not gently.

Like she’d been waiting for permission all her life and just got it.

The sucker pads of her tentacle pulsed warmly against his lower abdomen, slid down with slow precision, and kissed the length of his erection like they knew exactly what it was for. Each press, each suction was small, affectionate, intimate.

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