Free Web NovelChapter 102: Chapter 102: Confronting Lark [2]
Her composure cracked. "H-how do you know that?"
"I know a lot more than you think." His golden eyes glowed faintly, the shifting patterns within them seeming to swirl.
Then, he released it.
He didn’t blast her with it. He simply let the Incubus Aura seep out, a gentle, pervasive warmth that radiated from his core.
It was the essence of primal attraction, amplified by the Blood of the Incubus Lord. It wasn’t a coercion, it was an unveiling—it amplified what was already there, bringing buried desires to the surface.
Lumina’s reaction was instantaneous, and violent.
Her eyes flew wide, the fear not vanishing but twisting. A sharp tremor ran through her body.
She pressed herself harder against the bedpost, as if trying to sink into the wood to escape.
Her breath came in short, shallow pants.
"What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
She felt it.
The terror was still there, icy and real, but now a counterpoint of heat bloomed in its core.
A flush spread from her chest up her neck, painting her skin a delicate pink. Her grip on the robe loosened slightly.
Her gaze, locked on his, was a storm of conflict—revulsion and a horrifying, deepening fascination.
’She must be never felt anything like this before.’
"It’s the truth." Damon said softly. He reached out, not touching her yet. His hand hovered near her arm.
"You’re afraid of me. But you’re also... curious. Aren’t you?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"No." she breathed, but it was a weak denial.
Her body betrayed her, leaning an inch toward his hovering hand before she caught herself.
"Liar." The word was a gentle accusation.
He finally let his fingers brush the skin of her forearm, just above where she clutched the robe.
Incubus Touch.
It was a bare whisper of the ability, a fraction of its power.
But on skin already hyper-aware, already buzzing with the amplified sensitivity of his aura, it was like a lightning strike.
Lumina jolted as if scalded. A choked sound, half-moan, half-sob, escaped her throat.
It was a wave of pure and undiluted pleasure, so intense it bordered on agony, shooting from the point of contact straight to her cave.
It short-circuited her thoughts, her fear, everything.
Damon’s other hand shot out, catching her by the waist before she could fall. He held her up, her back against his arm, her face inches from his.
The robe slipped completely, pooling at their feet.
She’s completely naked now, her magnificent, slender body bathed in the pale, ethereal spill of moonlight.
Every curve and hollow was silvered against the darkness, pressed tightly against the lean, powerful lines of Damon’s frame.
Her skin radiated a fever-bright warmth, flushed from the sudden, violent influx of his aura.
Her eyes, once keen and steady, were now hopelessly glazed, her pupils blown wide.
She was breathing in ragged, broken gasps, her chest heaving as her massive breasts rose and fell in a frantic, uneven rhythm that laid naked in front of Damon.
"See?" Damon murmured, his face close to hers. He didn’t kiss her. He just let her feel the heat of his breath, see the golden depths of his eyes.
"No lies between us now."
He moved the hand on her waist, his thumb stroking a slow arc on the sensitive skin of her hip.
Another jolt of Incubus Touch, even lighter than the first.
"Ahhnn~!’ Lumina cried out, a soft moan. Her head fell back, her golden hair spilling over his arm.
Her entire body shuddered, a wave of pleasure so forceful it left her trembling and weak. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin.
He held her through it, letting the sensations crash over her.
When the tremors subsided to faint shivers, she was limp in his arms, held up only by his strength.
Her mind was a blank, white static, all her defenses, her training, her composure, utterly incinerated by two gentle touches.
Damon looked down at her ravaged expression, the confusion and lingering pleasure in her clouded eyes.
Now, Damon had established the connection and planted the seed.
He didn’t take it further.
Slowly, he bent and retrieved her night robe from where it had pooled against the cool floor.
He straightened with ease, the silk whispering softly between his fingers as he shook it out.
Then, with a surprising, almost casual gentleness that somehow felt more unsettling than anything else he had done, he draped it over her trembling shoulders, smoothing the fabric across her collarbones with the quiet care of someone who owned the gesture entirely.
"Sleep well, Lumina." he said, his voice back to that calm, conversational tone.
Then he stepped back, releasing her. She swayed on her feet, clutching the robe closed with numb fingers, staring at him as if he were a ghost, or a demon.
Damon turned on his heel with fluid, unhurried grace and walked back toward the main room, his footsteps utterly silent against the polished stone floor.
At the threshold of the door, just before crossing back into the suite’s central chamber, he paused deliberately.
She hadn’t moved.
Not even an inch.
Her fingers clutched the silk robe closed against her chest with white-knuckled desperation, her breathing still uneven and shallow.
Her face remained flushed, those normally composed features twisted into an expression caught somewhere between lingering shock and the dying embers of sensation.
Her legs trembled faintly beneath her, as though she didn’t quite trust them to support her body.
"And Lumina?" he added. "The balcony partition is unlocked. If you get curious."
He melted into the shadows by the plant before she could form a response, flowing back under her door and into the empty hallway.
A moment later, he was reforming in the darkness of his own suite.
He stood in the middle of his room, the city’s light painting patterns on the floor.
In his mind, he replayed the look on her face—the terror, the shock, the awakening of her hunger.
’Zero interest? Not anymore.’
A satisfied smile touched his lips.
