CHAPTER 139: I WANT YOU TO SEE ALL OF ME (R-18)

Lucas’s arms wrapped firmly around Nyx’s slender frame as he lifted her with ease, his lips never once parting from hers. For a brief moment she gasped in surprise, a soft yelp escaping her throat as her balance was suddenly taken from her, but almost instantly she melted back into him, her arms instinctively circling his neck as though she had always belonged there. Her heartbeat quickened, her chest pressing against his as she gave in to the warmth of his embrace.

The princess who had always carried herself with poise and restraint now found herself swept into something far beyond the careful etiquette of her world. Her lips clung to his with a fervor that startled even herself, and though she had never kissed anyone before, there was a rawness and innocence to her that made every movement of her mouth feel intoxicating.

Lucas carried her across the chamber with deliberate slowness, as though savoring the weight of her in his arms. When he lowered her onto the bed, it was with a gentleness that contrasted with the hunger of his kiss. Nyx felt the softness of the sheets beneath her, but her mind scarcely registered it, for she was entirely consumed by him, his lips, his warmth, his presence.

He leaned over her, one hand brushing against her cheek while the other slid through her silken hair, cradling her as though she were something both precious and fragile. His kisses grew deeper, more insistent, pulling soft sounds from her throat that surprised her as much as they thrilled him. Nyx’s moans filled the quiet of the chamber, each one a sound of unrestrained pleasure she had never believed herself capable of making.

Her body trembled beneath his touch, overwhelmed by sensations she had never known could exist. Every brush of his lips, every careful press of his hands sent shivers racing down her spine, making her arch toward him as though drawn by an invisible force. She had never felt so alive, so utterly undone by something as simple as a kiss, and yet it was more powerful than any courtly dance, any grand speech, or any royal duty she had ever performed.

In that moment, Nyx was not a princess, nor a daughter of a great house. She was simply a young woman experiencing the dizzying wonder of her first true taste of intimacy, and the fact that it was Lucas who awakened it in her made it all the more intoxicating.

Her moans deepened, her fingers tightening around the fabric of his tunic as though anchoring herself in the storm of sensation he had ignited. She could hardly believe that mere physical touches could unravel her so completely, and yet she wanted more, needed more.

They continued kissing with the passion neither of them had truly anticipated. Lucas deepened the kiss, pressing more firmly as his tongue brushed against hers, and soon they were entangled in a rhythm of passion that neither wished to break. The sweetness lingered faintly between them, mingling with the raw taste of desire as their mouths explored one another. Nyx’s soft gasps became louder, turning into moans that carried a mixture of pleasure and surprise, each sound betraying how new this experience was to her.

Her hands clutched at the front of his tunic, holding him closer as if she feared the moment might slip away. She could feel her heartbeat racing wildly, pounding against her chest in a way that no royal ceremony or lecture had ever made her feel. This was something different, something dangerously intoxicating.

Lucas, though fully aware of her innocence, allowed his hands to wander carefully. One hand remained cupped gently around her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as if to reassure her, while the other slid lower until it rested over the curve of her boobs. Even through the fabric of her clothes, he could feel the firmness beneath, and he began to massage her softly, letting his touch tease rather than overwhelm.

Nyx arched slightly into him, her moans escaping between kisses, her breath hot and uneven against his lips. "Xavier..." she whispered between their fervent exchange, her voice trembling as though she couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

Lucas answered her not with words but by pressing his lips harder against hers, sucking gently on her lower lip before diving back into her mouth. Their tongues intertwined again, the kiss growing wetter, more reckless, until they were both trading breaths and saliva without restraint. The sound of it filled the chamber where they laid, drowned out only by her rising moans.

Her body shivered under his hand, and Lucas felt the heat building within her as his fingers kneaded her through her clothes. The more he teased her, the more desperately she clung to him, her composure completely shattered by the storm of new sensations. For Nyx, the kiss alone had been overwhelming, but this, his touch, his warmth, his confidence, made her feel alive in a way she had never allowed herself to before.

And though she was a princess, trained to maintain grace and dignity no matter the circumstance, in Lucas’s arms she forgot all of it. She forgot her crown, her kingdom, her duties, and melted entirely into the raw, dizzying passion of the moment.

It was a side of herself she had never thought anyone would see. And as Lucas continued to kiss her, passionately, deeply, with his hand gently massaging her chest, she knew she no longer wanted to hold back.

Nyx broke off the kiss slowly, her breath trembling as her forehead rested lightly against Lucas’s. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession, her cheeks warm from the racing of her heart. Her eyes...soft and vulnerable now...searched his face as though she was seeing him for the first time, not as a companion, not even as the young man she had first met in the palace when he had awoken from his coma, but as the man who had just stolen the very first kiss of her life.

"Xavier..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don’t want to hold anything back anymore."

Lucas blinked, he could understand how she felt. He leaned back slightly, studying her carefully, the corners of his lips curving into a faint smile. "You say that as though you’ve been holding a great deal inside you all this time."

"I have," she admitted, lowering her gaze only to lift it again with surprising boldness. "All my life, I’ve been bound by rules and eyes that watched my every step. I could never feel what I feel right now." Her voice shook, but she didn’t look away. "You’ve seen me tonight in a way no one else has. And I... I want you to see all of me."

Lucas’s heart skipped at her words, but instead of teasing her as he so often did, he reached up gently, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. "Princess... do you really understand what you’re saying? You’re not speaking as a princess right now, are you?"

She shook her head firmly, her hand coming up to rest against his chest. "Not as a princess. Just as a girl who trusts you. Just as a girl who doesn’t want to regret the choices of her own heart."

For a moment, silence settled between them, filled only with the weight of her confession. Lucas exhaled slowly, his expression softening as he leaned his forehead against hers once more. His hand lingered at her cheek, then threaded gently through her hair.

"You’re asking me to take a step neither of us can undo," he said quietly. "And I won’t do that unless you’re certain."

Her lips curved into a faint, trembling smile. "I’ve never been more certain about anything."

Lucas nodded, his eyes soft with affection, and leaned in to kiss her again, his lips brushing hers with a gentle, lingering warmth, he carefully lifted the hem of her dress, his touch deliberate and tender. His hands found her thighs, tracing slow, soothing patterns across her skin, each movement sending a shiver through her.

Nyx’s breath caught, the unexpected sensation sparking a loud moan from her lips. Her body responded instinctively, arching slightly under his touch, the warmth of his hands igniting something deep within her. The moment felt electric, suspended in the delicate balance of trust and desire.

Nyx’s moans grew louder, a raw edge to her voice that betrayed the heat coursing through her. Lucas’s gaze flickered with a mix of tenderness and desire, reading the unspoken need in her trembling form. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unfastened her dress, the fabric slipping away to reveal more of her.

Princess Nyx’s heart pounded fiercely, a wild rhythm echoing in her chest as anticipation coiled tighter within her. Her eyes locked with his, wide and unguarded, her breath hitching as the moment deepened, charged with an intensity that left them both teetering on the edge of something unstoppable.

Lucas’s eyes fell on Nyx’s breasts as her dress slipped further, revealing their perky, beautiful shape. Though her curvy hips and full backside drew attention, her breasts, modest yet perfectly formed, captivated him with their delicate allure. Her pink nipples stood hard, a clear sign of her arousal, her body practically humming with desire. Lucas didn’t hesitate, leaning in to take one into his mouth, his lips closing around it with gentle hunger. Nyx’s fingers instantly threaded through his hair, gripping the back of his head as a gasp escaped her.