Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 108: Cooling Down!

The first rays of the morning sun, filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, painted golden stripes across the rumpled bed. Jax woke slowly, a deep satisfaction settling into his bones.

He felt a warmth in his arms, a soft, weighty presence that was both comforting and exhilarating, and he knew who it was.

Nulissa.

He opened his eyes, a faint smile touching his lips as he looked down at the Vampiress sleeping peacefully in his embrace.

Her head was nestled in the crook of his shoulder, her blood-red hair fanned out across his chest like a silken banner. Her body was curled into his, a perfect fit, her skin cool and smooth against his own.

He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, the steady, slow beat of her heart against his ribs.

In sleep, she looked younger, more vulnerable, the fierce queen and the passionate lover both set aside, leaving only the woman. He tightened his arm around her, pulling her infinitesimally closer, and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

The slight movement must have disturbed her, for she began to stir. She let out a soft, sleepy sigh and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

Her lips, which had been parted slightly, brushed against the skin of his neck. And then, she did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through his entire system.

He felt the faint, sharp sting of her fangs piercing his flesh.

It wasn’t a deep, feeding bite like the one from the night before. It was a small, almost delicate prick, followed by the slow, languorous pull of her mouth as she began to drink. A low, involuntary groan rumbled in his chest.

The sensation was exquisite, a strange, intoxicating mix of pleasure, possession, and a slight, thrilling sting. He lay perfectly still, allowing her this moment, his hand stroking her back in slow, soothing circles.

After a moment, she pulled back, her lips glistening with a single, dark drop of his blood. She licked her lips, a slow, sensual motion, and then her crimson eyes fluttered open. They were hazy with sleep and the lingering euphoria of his taste.

She looked at him, a shy, almost embarrassed blush creeping up her neck and staining her pale cheeks.

"♥Good morning,♥" she murmured, her voice a soft, husky whisper.

"Good morning," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep. He couldn’t help but smile. "Helping yourself to an early breakfast?"

The blush on her cheeks deepened. She looked away, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "I didn’t mean to... I just woke up, and you were right there, and you smell so good, and..." She trailed off, gesturing helplessly. "♥Your blood... it tastes too good.♥ I can’t help myself."

Her honesty was disarming, and utterly endearing. He let out a low chuckle, a deep, warm sound that vibrated through his chest. He gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. Her crimson eyes were wide with apprehension, as if she expected him to be angry.

"Never apologize for that," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Never. I like it. I like knowing you can’t get enough of me." He leaned in and kissed her, a slow, deep, possessive kiss that tasted faintly of his own blood and her morning sweetness. "And I love your honesty. It’s refreshing."

He pulled back and looked at her, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "Now," he said, his tone shifting to one of playful command. "As much as I enjoy having you in my arms, we are both a mess. And my queen deserves a proper bath."

Before she could protest, he moved with a speed and strength that still took her breath away. In one fluid motion, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

He scooped her up into his arms, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all.

Nulissa let out a surprised squeak, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "♥Jax!♥" she laughed, her shyness momentarily forgotten. "♥What are you doing? Put me down!♥"

"Never," he growled playfully, nipping at her earlobe. He stood up, his powerful muscles flexing as he carried her effortlessly across the room. She clung to him, her naked body pressed against his, a feeling of utter safety and delight washing over her.

He carried her through a connecting door into a massive, opulent bathroom. The floor was made of polished black marble that reflected the flickering candlelight from a grand chandelier overhead.

In the center of the room was a bathtub so large it could almost be considered a small pool, carved from a single piece of white marble and filled with steaming, fragrant water. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine.

Jax walked to the edge of the tub and gently lowered her into the hot water. She sighed in blissful contentment as the heat enveloped her, seeping into her sore, well-used muscles. He then stepped in himself, his large frame causing the water to slosh dangerously close to the edge. He sat down behind her, pulling her back against his chest.

He reached for a soft, fluffy sponge and a bar of expensive, scented soap. He lathered the sponge and began to wash her, his movements slow, gentle, and methodical.

He started with her shoulders, his strong hands working the soap into her skin, massaging away the lingering tension.

Nulissa leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed, a soft, happy sigh escaping her lips. This was a different kind of intimacy than the raw, passionate fucking from the night before.

This was tender, caring, and deeply domestic in a way she had never experienced. It felt more real, more binding than any vow or ritual.

He washed her arms, her stomach, her legs, his touch reverent. He took his time, as if memorizing every curve and line of her body.

When he reached her breasts, his movements became even gentler, his thumbs circling her nipples, which hardened instantly under his touch, not with arousal, but with a simple, responsive pleasure.

He washed her back, his fingers tracing the elegant line of her spine. He could still see the faint marks from his mouth on her neck and breasts, and a primal sense of satisfaction filled him. She was his. Marked and claimed.

Finally, he set the sponge aside and simply held her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. They sat in silence for a long time, just soaking in the warmth and the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

"♥Jax?♥" Nulissa whispered, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

"♥Last night...♥" she began, her voice soft. "♥It was...♥"

"The best night of your life?" he finished for her, his voice a low, sincere murmur.

"Definitely!"