Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 892: The Little Mermaid’s Seduction [Part 4]

Ariel looked up through flushed cheeks, catching the way his composure cracked just slightly whenever she touched him right. That alone sent another rush of heat through her body.His hand slid slowly along her thigh, not pushing higher, just resting there possessively while his eyes stayed locked on hers.

"You have no idea how pretty you look right now," he said softly.

That sentence hit harder than the flirting.

Because he sounded honest.

And Ariel, already warm from wine, attention, and the intoxicating feeling of making Lux react, found herself wanting more of those sounds from him.

His fingers traced her jawline, thumb stroking the soft skin just beneath her earlobe. "You are pretty when you’re hungry."

Heat flooded Ariel’s cheeks.

"I... I’ve never..." she started, then trailed off, embarrassed to admit her inexperience out loud.

Lux’s expression softened instantly.

"I know," he said gently. His fingers moved to her chin, tilting her face toward his. "Hey. Look at me."

Ariel’s eyes met his. Dark, intense, yet somehow still tender. The flecks in his irises seemed to glow in the warm lighting, little sparks of hellfire contained in a face that was looking at her with unmistakable fondness.

"There’s nothing wrong with exploring," Lux murmured. "Nothing wrong with wanting." His thumb brushed over her lower lip, sending sparks through her entire body. "And definitely nothing wrong with making me feel this good."

Ariel’s heart hammered against her ribs.

Making him feel good.

She was doing that.

To him.

Lux Vaelthorn.

An incubus.

The heir to the Prince of Greed and Lust.

And he was looking at her like she was something precious.

Something desired.

"Keep going," Lux encouraged, his voice dropping to that intimate register that made her whole body respond. "But slower. Let me feel you learning me."

Her fingers, suddenly trembling with renewed purpose, found the waistband of his pants. The fabric was soft, expensive, but it was just a barrier. She wanted to see him. All of him.

With a hesitant breath, Ariel’s fingers hooked beneath the material. Lux watched her, perfectly still, giving her complete control. The slow drag of fabric down his hips was a study in revelation. The sharp line of his hipbones, the hollow of his abdomen, the trail of dark hair that led downward, narrowing then widening again.

And then he was free.

Ariel’s breath hitched.

He was... big.

It was hard and heavy, curving slightly upward from a nest of dark curls. The skin there was darker than the rest of him, flushed with arousal. The head was a deep, dusky rose, glistening with a single bead of moisture that caught the light. He was thick.

Lux’s hand came to rest on her head, not guiding, not pushing, just a warm, heavy presence. His thumb stroked her temple, a soothing counterpoint to the wild beat of her own heart.

"It’s alright," he murmured, the vibration of his words traveling through her. "He won’t bite."

A ghost of a smile touched her lips at his gentle teasing. She leaned in, not with her mouth yet, but with her senses. His scent filled her, clean skin and something deeper, spiced and uniquely male. Arousal. She could smell the sharp, clean tang of it, intoxicating and wild.

Her gaze remained locked on him as she closed the distance, her lips parting instinctively. The first touch was electric. The skin of the tip was impossibly soft against her lips. She kissed him there, a soft, experimental press, tasting the salt of that single drop on her tongue. It was clean, faintly bitter, and entirely him.

Lux’s breath shuddered out above her, a sound she drank in.

Her tongue darted out, tracing the delicate ridge around the head. She mapped the shape of him, learning the terrain. The smooth, velvety crown. The sensitive spot just beneath, where the skin gathered. A low groan rumbled in Lux’s chest, and his fingers tightened almost imperceptibly in her hair. It was encouragement. Permission.

She took him into her mouth.

His weight on her tongue was staggering. Solid. Real. He tasted clean, with a taste of that same dark spiciness she could smell. She sank down slowly, taking him deeper, until the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Her jaw ached at the stretch, a pleasant, full ache. Her world narrowed to this sensation.

Her tongue flattened against the underside of his shaft as she drew back up, creating a tight, wet friction. She explored every vein, every ridge, her movements still a little clumsy but growing more confident with each soft noise that escaped him.

"Ariel," he breathed, her name a prayer and a command all at once.

She looked up at him.

His head was tilted back, exposing the long, vulnerable line of his throat. His eyes were closed, dark lashes fanned. His face, usually a mask of amused control, was stripped bare. Open. Pleasure etched itself into every line. She was the one doing this to him. She, a mermaid who had never known a lover’s touch, was undoing the son of Greed and Lust.

The thought was a potent wine, intoxicating and warm.

She took him deeper this time, relaxing her throat, letting him fill her. Her fingers curled around the base of him, stroking in rhythm with her mouth. The hair there was soft, springy against her palm. Her other hand came to rest on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle tensing and releasing with each pass of her lips.

His hips shifted, a subtle, involuntary roll upward, seeking more.

She gave it to him. A soft hum vibrated in her chest, and she felt him shudder, a full-body tremor that ran from his thighs up into the hand still tangled in her hair.

"F*ck," he whispered, the word ragged. "Ariel, your mouth..."

He didn’t finish. His fingers tightened, not painful, just possessive. A claim.

She drew back slowly, letting him slip from her lips until just the head remained. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting the new bead of moisture that had gathered. Salty. Earthy. Intimately Lux.

"Again," he demanded, his voice low and thick. "Take me deep."