Chapter 68 – Touch Me
Rava didn't think.
Didn't plan. Didn't hesitate.
Her body moved before her mind caught up. Her tentacles—slick, warm, coiled with heat—wrapped tighter around him. Something primal had taken over. Something old. Ancient. Deep as the abyss. It roared inside her bloodstream, drowning everything in its path.
One of her tentacles slipped under Lux's clothes again, trailing along his shirt's hem—then up. Her suction pads grazed over the thin fabric, clinging slightly, teasing.
Lux raised an eyebrow.
Another tentacle coiled behind his neck, tugging him closer—not asking. Demanding.
And then a third tentacle snapped his shirt open, buttons popping loose with a soft tck-tck-tck as if the fabric itself surrendered to her touch.
The shirt parted, falling open.
Lux didn't stop her. He just stood there, smirking, red eyes lit with amusement and something darker—hotter.
"I like bold women," he murmured, voice low, amused. He chuckled. "Really saves me the time."
