Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 853 – Do You Kiss Every Girl You Meet?

Lux saw that. He took her hand on his throat and brought it upward, to his lips and kissed it.

The sensation was soft.

Electric.

Yue’s breath hitched.

She tried to pull away, a flicker of her old pride, an attempt to regain the upper hand.

But she couldn’t.

Her strength remained, but the will to use it had evaporated.

Lux let her hand go, but only so he could cup her face.

His thumbs brushed her cheekbones, a touch so gentle it felt more intimate than any violent threat. He traced the line of her jaw, the elegant arch that spoke of her true, scaled form.

”Relax. I won’t hurt you,” he said, ”Nor take advantage of you.” he added a bit softer.

He leaned in.

And her world narrowed to the space between their mouths.

His lips met hers.

It wasn’t a kiss of dominance or conquest.

It was a question.

Soft.

Seeking.

Her lips parted on a silent gasp, and he deepened it, slowly, deliberately. His tongue traced her lower lip, a slow, languid exploration that sent shivers down her spine. He tasted faintly of mint and something uniquely him, something warm and metallic, like old coins and starlight.

Her hands, which had been poised for violence, found new purpose. One slid into the damp strands of his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp. The other flattened against the cool marble of the counter behind him, her arm bracing them both, grounding her in a reality that was tilting on its axis.

The kiss deepened, a slow, languorous dance of tongues and breath. It was a kiss that spoke of centuries of loneliness, of the ache for a true equal. She could feel the thrum of his power against her own, not clashing, but resonating, creating a harmony she hadn’t felt in millennia.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his chest rising and falling with a shallow breath.

”Tell me... do you kiss every girl you meet?” she managed to ask, her voice a husky whisper. The attempt at bravado was weak, betrayed by the way her body leaned into his, seeking more contact.

He smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that reached his silver eyes, making them glow with an inner light. He brought her hand to his lips again, this time kissing her palm, his tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin there.

”Only the ones who try to choke me,” he murmured against her skin. He guided her other arm from around him, lacing their fingers together. ”It’s a very specific kink.”

A shaky breath escaped her, a laugh that was more air than sound. She was losing control of this encounter, this room, herself. And she didn’t care.

He straightened, the movement fluid and strong. In one seamless motion, he lifted her, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs. She let out a surprised sound, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. She was an ancient dragon, a being of immense power, yet in his arms, she felt weightless.

His strength was effortless, a quiet, contained power that was infinitely more arousing than any brutish display.

”Lux,” she breathed, his name a prayer and a warning on her lips. She leaned onto his ear. ”I will give you a chance. Don’t disappoint me.” A hint of threat laced her words. A challenge.

”I won’t...” he answered. ”You can taste me, bite me, as hard as you want. I will take it.”

Her fingers tightened in his hair, a silent answer to the challenge he’d laid down. A low growl rumbled in her chest, a primal sound of pure, unadulterated want. He wasn’t just accepting her; he was inviting the storm.

”I see,” she whispered. ”So that’s what you want.”

He laughed. ”What? You afraid?”

The word ”afraid” was a spark on dry kindling. Her dragon pride, ancient and slumbering, roared to life. She was Yue Xianlong. She had faced down gods and demons. She would not be cowed by a brazen incubus who dared to question her courage.

She smirked and kissed him. Hard.

This was not a question anymore. It was a declaration. Her lips crushed against his, a possession, a claim. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, a sharp, stinging bite that drew a faint, coppery taste. It was a warning, a promise of the savagery to come.

Lux responded with an intensity that matched her own. He didn’t flinch from the pain; he welcomed it, a soft groan vibrating in his throat as he deepened the kiss. His tongue met hers in a wild, passionate duel, a clash of wills and desires. The air around them crackled, the bathroom lights flickering as their mingled energies surged, a chaotic symphony of incubus lust and draconic fury.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried her the few steps to the broad expanse of the bathroom counter. He set her down on the cool, polished marble, the sudden shock of the cold against her heated skin making her gasp into his mouth. Her cheongsam clung to her like a second skin, and the fabric rode high on her thighs.

He pulled back, just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark, almost black with an abyss of wanting.

She smirked. Her hands trailed his body. Chest. Abs. It looked delicious.

Then down to his cock. Still soft. But the size... impressive.

”Like what you see?” he whispered, a smug satisfaction lacing his voice. He was arrogant, yes, but there was a raw honesty in his gaze that she found disarming.

Instead of answering, she leaned forward and bit his shoulder, hard.

Not a playful nip.

This was a bite meant to mark, to claim, to bruise.

He grunted, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she felt a tremor run through his powerful frame. ”That all you’ve got, dragon?” he challenged, his breath hot against her ear.

She growled against his skin, her tongue laving the mark she’d made, tasting the faint copper of blood and the salt of his sweat. Her hands gripped his waist, pulling him closer. His cock, now half-hard, pressed against her inner thigh, a promise of what was to come.

She wanted more.

She wanted to break that composure.

She wanted to hear him beg.