Lucas had risen to his feet, smoothing out his robe and preparing himself to return to his chamber for the night when Nyx's voice, soft and pleading, stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't go yet," she said, her eyes following him as if afraid he would vanish through the door. "Stay a little longer. Please."

He hesitated, glancing back at her, and the sincerity in her gaze melted his resistance. Slowly, he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Very well. A little longer," he replied, moving back toward the bed.

Nyx's face brightened at once. She reached for his hand, guiding him down beside her again. Without a word, she shifted, resting her head gently across his lap. Lucas looked down at her, surprised but not displeased. His fingers, almost instinctively, began to brush through her hair before settling on her forehead. He rubbed it softly, tracing small circles with his thumb, the kind of touch that carried no pressure, only comfort.

Nyx closed her eyes with a faint sigh, her voice coming out like a whisper. "You have no idea how much I've needed this. For weeks I've carried fear, dread, and shame all knotted inside me. And now, here like this… it feels like all of it is finally loosening."

Lucas smiled gently, his tone calm but steady. "You've endured more than most could bear, Nyx. Anyone in your place would have broken long before now. But you didn't. You're still here, strong enough to fight, strong enough to smile again."

Her lips curved in the faintest smile as her head remained cradled against him. "It's only because of you. If you hadn't spoken to Father, if you hadn't done what you did, I don't know what would've happened to me. I don't even want to think about it."

Lucas let his hand linger at her temple, his gaze fixed on her calm face. "You don't need to think about it anymore. That shadow is gone, and you are safe. That's all that matters."

For a long moment, Nyx remained still, simply enjoying the comfort of his touch, until she finally stirred. She pushed herself upright slowly, her hands bracing against him as she shifted. Then, almost without thinking, she settled herself on his lap, straddling him, her knees pressing lightly into the bed on either side of him. Her dark eyes met his with a mix of boldness and vulnerability.

"Xavier," she said softly, her hands resting against his chest, "I don't want just comfort. I want to feel alive again."

He studied her quietly, the intensity of her gaze locking him in place. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer, until she was pressed against him. His lips moved to her neck with deliberate slowness, brushing against her skin in the gentlest of kisses.

Nyx shivered under the touch, tilting her head slightly to grant him more access, her breath catching in her throat. "It feels…" she murmured, her voice trembling, "it feels so good. I don't even have the words for it."

Lucas kissed her neck again, a little lower this time, then whispered against her skin, "You don't need words, Nyx. Just feel it. Let yourself have this moment."

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she let out a soft sound, half relief and half delight. "For the first time in weeks," she breathed, "I don't feel like a prisoner in my own skin. You've given me that freedom. And I love it."

Lucas felt Nyx's body trembling beneath his touch. Her lips parted as her breaths grew shallow, and she pulled him down again, kissing him with a hunger that carried both relief and longing.

"Xavier…" she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling but certain. "I want to give myself to you."

Her words pressed into him like a brand. Lucas gazed at her, searching her eyes, making sure she truly meant it. He saw no hesitation there, only a burning trust that made his chest tighten.

"You don't have to prove anything to me, Nyx," he murmured, brushing his thumb gently across her cheek. "You're already mine in ways you don't even realize."

Nyx bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, but her arms wound tighter around him, her body urging him not to stop. "And yet I want more," she confessed, her voice softer than the rustle of silk sheets.

Lucas kissed the hollow of her neck, letting his lips linger there until she shivered. He trailed slow kisses along her collarbone, savoring every sigh that escaped her. Nyx tilted her head back, closing her eyes, her fingers weaving into his hair as though afraid to let him go.

"You drive me mad, Nyx," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Do you know that? The way you look at me… the way you trust me… I can't resist you."

Her only answer was a breathless moan as he pressed his mouth lower, every movement careful yet intoxicating. She arched slightly, clinging to him, the tension in her body unraveling under his touch.

Nyx melted into him, her royal resolve crumbling, her hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles as she pressed herself closer, her body trembling with want. They continued kissing for a while, lips sliding, tongues dancing, the wet sounds of their mouths blending with her soft moans, her pussy tingling as his presence overwhelmed her senses.

'This feels so good,' she thought, her heart pounding, her skin flushing hot under her dress. Lucas's hands roamed, sliding down her sides, feeling the curve of her hips through the thin fabric, then up to her shoulders, guiding her gently until she lay back on the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the fire building in her core.

His fingers finding the ties of her blouse, deftly loosening them, pulling the fabric apart to reveal her beautiful breasts, just over average size, perfectly shaped, their soft curves glowing in the light. Her nipples, pink and hard, stood erect, begging for attention, and Lucas's breath caught, his cock stirring in his trousers at the sight.

'Fucking gorgeous,' he thought, leaning down, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing gently, feeling their firm weight as he lowered his mouth to one nipple. His lips closed around it, sucking it slow, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak, teasing it with wet, swirling strokes.

Nyx gasped, a sharp moan breaking from her throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing in the chamber as pleasure shot through her, her virgin pussy clenching, her body arching off the bed.

Her hands grabbing his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands, pulling him closer as he sucked harder, moving to her other nipple, his tongue locking onto it, swirling and tugging, sending waves of heat through her, her moans growing louder, sharper, her body trembling under the intensity of his mouth.

Her body was trembling with a pleasure she had never known, she was out of her mind with pleasure, her virgin body awakening to sensations she had never imagined, each flick of Lucas's tongue sending electric sparks through her core, her breasts tingling under his hungry mouth.

Her moans growing louder, her royal composure shattered as she surrendered to the ecstasy, her pussy dripping beneath her dress, her thighs pressing together instinctively. No man had ever seen her breasts before, let alone touched them, and the knowledge that Lucas was the first, his lips claiming her in ways she'd never dreamed, made her head spin, her heart pound with a mix of vulnerability and thrill. She loved every second of it, the way his tongue teased her nipples, the way his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, the warmth of his breath against her skin driving her wild. Her fingers rubbed his head harder, urging him on, her moans a desperate plea for more, her body trembling under the weight of this new, overwhelming pleasure.

Lucas reveled in it, his cock throbbing in his trousers as he sucked her nipples, moving from one to the other, savoring the firm, perfect shape of her breasts, the sweet, clean scent of her skin filling his senses.

'She's untouched,' he thought, pride swelling in his chest at being the first man to see her like this, to draw these moans from her, to awaken her body with his touch. He loved the way she rubbed his head, her fingers desperate, her nails grazing his scalp, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough. Her scent, a mix of jasmine and her own natural sweetness, was intoxicating, and he breathed it in deeply, his lips working her nipples with renewed hunger, his tongue flicking faster, sucking harder, drawing louder moans from her. The knowledge that he was her first, that no other man had claimed this part of her, fueled his desire, made him feel a possessive satisfaction as he marked her with every kiss, every suck, their bodies pressed close on the bed, the chamber alive with her sharp moans and the electric heat of their connection.

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