Chapter 172 – Belt and Bed
Lux nuzzled against her throat. "Still think I came for sex?"
She whispered, almost breathless, "I think you came for war."
He smiled against her skin. "Same thing."
And just like that, the switch in him flipped.
Lux moved like he knew her rhythm better than she did. His hand trailed down her side, slow, confident, his fingertips grazing the edge of her top like he was teasing the idea of restraint.
Her breath hitched as his mouth brushed against her collarbone, not kissing—just hovering—like he was worshiping the warmth of her skin with nothing but breath.
"Naomi," he murmured, voice low, velvet and command stitched together, "you smell like patience about to snap."
Her pulse jumped.
He inhaled deeply at her throat, dragging the moment out. "You've been craving this. Haven't you?"
She bit her lip, unsure if it was fear or anticipation—because when Lux was in this mood, the line between the two blurred until it tasted like surrender.
