Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 105 - Do what you want

The cave had never felt smaller.

Lena’s body trembled against the cold, but it wasn’t from the rain anymore. Her fingers dug into the damp stone wall, blunt nails scraping against the rough surface as she fought for control. Every breath was too deep, too shaky. The heat coiled tighter in her belly, wrapping around her ribs like a vice.

She knew this feeling.

But she had never felt it this strongly.

Lucas wasn’t faring any better. His entire frame was rigid, muscles tensed as if holding back something dangerous. His breaths were rough, measured. The cave walls seemed to press in around them, trapping them in this unbearable, suffocating heat.

Lena’s grip tightened. "Shit..."

Lucas clenched his jaw. "Lena..."

A warning. A plea.

Neither of them moved.

The Lustbloom’s effects were insidious—slow at first, creeping through their veins, twisting every thought, every sensation into something unbearable. But now? Now it was a flood. A wildfire. Every rational thought drowned beneath the weight of it.

Lena shuddered, pressing herself harder against the wall, as if that could create some kind of barrier. It didn’t. It only made her more aware of how empty the space between them was.

A foot of air. Maybe less.

Lucas ran a hand through his soaked hair, his knuckles white. "This isn’t normal."

"No shit." Her voice was breathy, unsteady. "I feel like—" She swallowed, her throat too dry despite the rain that had soaked her minutes ago. "I feel like I’m burning."

Lucas exhaled sharply. "Same."

His gaze flickered—just for a second. But it was enough.

Enough for Lena to see the storm brewing in his eyes. Enough for her to notice the way his fingers twitched at his sides, the way his chest rose and fell a little too fast.

She should say something.

She should move.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she felt her pulse hammer in her throat as something inside her cracked. A dam breaking. A leash snapping.

And then—

"I hate this," she whispered, her hands clenching at her sides.

Lucas’s brows furrowed, his breath hitching. "Hate what?"

Her head tilted slightly, her damp hair sticking to her cheek. Her lips parted, then closed again, as if she couldn’t quite decide how to say it.

Then, finally—

"You."

Silence.

A raw, trembling whisper. A confession that had nothing to do with resentment and everything to do with the fire burning her alive.

Lucas froze.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His fingers curled into fists.

"Lena."

He said her name like it was a tether, a lifeline. Like it could bring them back to reality. But it didn’t.

It only made it worse.

Her chest rose and fell too fast, her breaths uneven, lips slightly parted. Her gaze was wild, unfocused—like she was drowning in something she couldn’t control.

"You drive me insane," she whispered, her voice almost breaking.

Lucas’s jaw tensed. "You’re not thinking straight."

"No." She laughed, breathless and bitter. "For once, I think I’m finally seeing things clearly."

The flower.

The storm.

The way her body felt too tight, too restless.

She had spent too long pretending—too long burying it, swallowing it down, forcing herself to ignore it. But now? Now, the floodgates were open.

And she couldn’t stop.

She stepped forward.

Lucas stiffened instantly.

"Lena," he warned.

She didn’t stop.

"I hate you," she whispered again, softer this time.

Lucas’s fingers twitched at his sides. "You keep saying that."

Her lips parted, her voice dropping to something dangerous. "Because it’s true."

And then she was in front of him.

So close.

Too close.

She could feel his breath—hot, uneven, fanning against her cheek. She could see the muscle in his jaw clench, the way his pulse pounded at the base of his throat.

The air was thick. Suffocating. A warzone of restraint and something far more dangerous.

Lena tilted her head slightly, eyes hooded, dark. "I hate you because you make me feel things I shouldn’t."

Lucas inhaled sharply. His entire frame was tense, every muscle locked in place.

"Lena," he ground out.

She pressed a hand to his chest.

Lucas jolted—like her touch had burned him. His breath stuttered, his entire body rigid beneath her palm.

"You piss me off," she whispered, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his soaked shirt. "You drive me mad."

Lucas shut his eyes, his hand wrapping around her wrist. Not to push her away. Not to pull her closer. Just to stop himself from unraveling.

Her voice dropped even lower, almost a purr. "And I hate that I want you anyway."

Lucas’s eyes snapped open.

A sharp inhale.

The tension cracked, coiling around them like a vice, suffocating, intoxicating. His grip on her wrist tightened for a split second, his resolve hanging by a thread.

"Lena," he rasped.

It wasn’t a warning this time.

It was a plea.

A breaking point.

Lena exhaled slowly, lips dangerously close to his ear.

"You feel it too, don’t you?"

His fingers twitched against her skin.

She didn’t need an answer.

She already knew.

Lucas was losing.

The war between restraint and something far darker was slipping through his fingers like sand. His breath was heavy, his pulse erratic, and every inch of his body screamed for something he shouldn’t—something he refused to name.

Lena was too close. Her scent, laced with rain and something undeniably her, wrapped around him, making it impossible to think. The way her damp clothes clung to her, the way her lips hovered just out of reach—it was unbearable.

He clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around her wrist. "Lena... you need to back off."

She didn’t move.

"Do I?" she murmured, tilting her head. "Because I don’t think you actually want me to."

She was right.

And he hated it.

Lucas exhaled sharply, fingers twitching against her skin. "You don’t get it." His voice was rough, uneven. "You don’t know how long I’ve—"

He stopped himself, but it was already too late.

Lena’s breath hitched. "How long you’ve what, Lucas?"

His throat worked as he swallowed, hard. "How long I’ve wanted to touch you."

Silence.

A single beat of absolute stillness.

Lena’s pupils dilated, her lips parting slightly.

Lucas kept going. Now that the dam had cracked, there was no stopping the flood.

"I’ve wanted to wrap my arms around you. Hold you so tight you’d have no choice but to stay still for once in your damn life."

Lena’s fingers twitched at her sides.

Lucas’s jaw tightened. "I’ve wanted to grab you, Lena." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Drag you into me. Feel your body against mine—every damn inch of it."

Lena exhaled, slow and shaky.

His restraint was fraying, snapping apart thread by thread.

"You don’t even realize, do you?" His hand moved—slow, deliberate—trailing up her arm, just barely brushing the soaked fabric clinging to her skin. "How much you drive me insane?"

Lena shuddered.

Lucas’s voice dipped into something raw. Dangerous.

"I’ve thought about it. More than I should."

Lena’s chest rose and fell too fast. "Thought about what?"

Lucas inhaled sharply, as if bracing himself. "About pressing you against something solid," he admitted, his voice gravelly. "Holding you there. Keeping you still."

Lena’s breath stuttered.

Lucas leaned in, just enough that his words ghosted against her skin. "I’ve thought about grabbing that stubborn little waist of yours and making you feel how real this is."

Lena’s fingers curled into fists.

Lucas wasn’t done.

His restraint had already shattered.

His lips hovered near her ear. "I’ve wanted to run my hands over you." His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to follow through. "Grip your thighs. Feel how warm you are. How soft."

Lena inhaled sharply, but she didn’t move away.

Lucas exhaled. "And your ass," he murmured, his voice low, rough with something he could no longer hide. "That perfect, tight little ass of yours."

Lena shuddered violently.

"I’ve imagined grabbing it." His hand flexed at his side, aching to move. "Squeezing it."

Lena bit her lip, her body visibly trembling.

Lucas exhaled sharply, jaw clenched. "I shouldn’t be saying this."

Lena swallowed hard. "Then why are you?"

Lucas shut his eyes, his fingers digging into his palms. "Because I can’t stop."

His breath was ragged, his restraint hanging by a thread. He had spent too long burying this, too long pretending he didn’t want her like this. And now?

Now, he was unraveling.

Lena was too.

The storm outside raged on, but the real storm—the one inside this cave, between them—was far more dangerous.

Lena’s fingers trembled as they lifted, trailing over Lucas’s cheek, brushing against the rough stubble that had formed from their days of travel. He was still breathing hard, his entire body tense, like a predator holding itself back from the kill.

She could feel it. The war raging inside him. The hesitation. The restraint.

And she hated it.

Her thumb brushed over his cheekbone, slow, deliberate. "Lucas..."

He shuddered under her touch.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting, her breath warm against his skin. He was so close—so damn close. She could feel the heat rolling off of him, could see the way his dark eyes burned as they locked onto hers.

Then, she did it.

She bit her lip.

Lucas inhaled sharply.

The moment stretched between them, heavy and unrelenting.

And then—

"Do it," she whispered.

Lucas stiffened.

Lena’s grip on his face tightened slightly, her nails scraping against his skin as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing his ear. "Do what you want."

His breathing hitched.

"I want you," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with something undeniable. "I’m yours."

That was it.

Lucas moved.