Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 106 - Neither Do I

The rain pounded against the entrance of the cave, a relentless curtain of silver that turned the world outside into a blur. Inside, the air was thick, heavy, charged with something neither of them could name but both understood.

Lucas’s restraint shattered.

He reached for her—rough, desperate, like a man who had spent too long denying himself. His hands found her waist, fingers digging in as he pulled her against him. Lena gasped at the sudden force, her body colliding with his, every inch of him solid, burning, as if the fever inside them had finally found release.

Her breath hitched. "Lucas—"

He didn’t let her finish. His hands moved, tracing the damp fabric that clung to her body, the curve of her back, the dip of her waist. She trembled beneath his touch, a shudder that had nothing to do with the cold.

They were past words now.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the one between them. Every breath was a battle, every second an unspoken surrender.

Lena’s hands moved too, sliding over his arms, his shoulders, gripping him as if grounding herself against the overwhelming sensation clawing at her insides. She felt the muscles beneath his skin tense, the raw, restrained power coiled beneath the surface.

Then, with a sharp inhale, he moved.

A step forward.

Lena’s back hit the stone wall, the cold a stark contrast to the heat rolling off them. Her pulse thundered, her breaths shallow as she looked up at him, eyes dark, unfocused.

Lucas’s fingers traced down her arms, slow, deliberate, before catching her wrists. His grip was firm but not forceful, his thumbs brushing over her skin like he was testing the reality of her.

"You’re sure?" His voice was low, rough, barely audible over the rain.

Lena swallowed, her heart hammering so hard it hurt. Her fingers curled slightly, nails digging into his arms.

"I was sure the moment you walked into this cave," she whispered.

Lucas exhaled sharply.

Then, without another word, he pulled her into him.

Their bodies pressed together, every inch igniting with a fire that had been waiting—simmering beneath the surface for too long. The rain outside roared, the wind howling through the trees, but inside, it was nothing but heat, breath, and the quiet, desperate sound of restraint unraveling.

Lena’s fingers tangled in his soaked hair, tugging him closer. She could feel the shudder that ran through him, the way his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Then, he did something dangerous.

He lifted her.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as he pinned her against the cave wall, his grip strong, unwavering. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her arms tightening around his shoulders.

The world tilted.

She could feel everything—the rise and fall of his chest, the tension in his muscles, the slow, shuddering breath he let out as his forehead pressed against hers.

"Lena..." he whispered, voice frayed, unraveling.

She closed her eyes, exhaling softly. "Don’t stop."

Lucas let out a strangled sound, something between a growl and a sigh. His hands roamed, fingers tracing the bare skin beneath the soaked remnants of fabric clinging to them both.

There was no logic left.

No hesitation.

Only the rain, the heat, and the dangerous, intoxicating rhythm they had fallen into.

Lena’s head fell back against the stone, her breath catching as Lucas’s fingers skimmed over her skin, each touch a slow, deliberate torture.

She shivered.

Not from the cold.

From him.

From the way he held her, from the way his grip never wavered, from the way his breath ghosted over her skin like a brand.

The cave had never felt smaller.

And yet, at that moment, it was the only world that mattered.

The storm outside was relentless, a steady rhythm of water against stone, but inside the cave, everything was unbearably still—save for their ragged breaths, the heat of their bodies pressing together, and the slow, inevitable unraveling of restraint.

Lucas’s fingers trailed lower, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before gripping the edge of her soaked top. The fabric clung stubbornly to her skin, made heavier by the rain, molding to her every curve. His breath hitched as he peeled it away, inch by inch, revealing damp, fever-warmed skin beneath.

Lena shivered, but not from the cold.

She didn’t stop him.

Her hands mirrored his movements, fingers slipping beneath the sodden fabric of his shirt, pushing it upward. It resisted for a moment before yielding, sliding over the ridges of his stomach, the taut muscle beneath. Lucas exhaled sharply as she pushed it past his shoulders, her knuckles grazing his skin in a way that sent a shudder through both of them.

The wet fabric fell to the cave floor with a quiet slap.

Lucas’s eyes darkened, his fingers flexing at his sides as if battling the urge to touch her, to trace every inch of her now-bared skin. His restraint was admirable, but unnecessary.

Lena lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes.

Something inside him snapped.

His hands moved again, slower this time, as if savoring the moment, letting his fingertips ghost over her shoulders, down her arms, feeling the warmth beneath his touch. The fire in his veins burned hotter, his control slipping further with every inch of space removed between them.

Lena’s fingers trembled as they reached for him again. The buckle of his belt was slick beneath her touch, the damp leather unyielding at first. She bit her lip, concentration flickering for a brief second before the clasp gave way. The sound of it coming undone was barely audible over the rain, but to them, it was deafening.

Lucas exhaled sharply, his breath hot against her cheek. His hands found her waist, fingers tracing the last barrier between them—fabric that no longer felt like protection, but an unnecessary distance neither of them wanted.

The storm outside grew stronger.

Inside the cave, there was no more space between them.

Just heat.

Just them.

Lucas’s breath was uneven, his fingers gripping the last of the damp fabric still clinging to her. He hesitated, just for a second, his knuckles brushing against her bare waist before he slid them lower, catching the waistband between his fingers. The rain-soaked material was heavy, resisting for only a moment before slipping from her hips, pooling at her feet.

Lena exhaled, her own hands moving with a slow, deliberate intent. His belt had already given way, the damp leather hanging loose, waiting. With a slight tug, the weight of his clothing followed, slipping past the tension in his body, past the last shred of restraint holding them back.

The cave air was thick with heat, the cool stone beneath their feet a stark contrast to the fire burning between them. The last of the barriers between them lay discarded in the shadows, forgotten in the haze of the storm outside and the storm raging within.

Lucas met her gaze—dark, unreadable, heavy with something unspoken.

And then, without hesitation, he pulled her into him once more.

The rain poured down in thick, relentless sheets, soaking their already bare skin as they stumbled out of the cave. The world outside was nothing but darkness and water, the storm a deafening roar around them—but none of it mattered.

Not anymore.

Lena’s breath was ragged, her fingers curling around Lucas’s wrist as she pulled him further into the open. The wet grass was cool beneath their feet, the wind biting at their overheated bodies, but the contrast only made the fire inside them burn hotter.

Lucas’s grip tightened, stopping her just as the rain cascaded down her face. His eyes were wild, unfocused, a mixture of hunger and disbelief warring inside them. His chest rose and fell too fast, his breath ragged as he swallowed hard.

Then, hoarsely, almost broken— 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Please," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the storm. "Make my dreams come true."

Lena stilled.

Lucas exhaled, his hands sliding down her arms, gripping her waist as if she might disappear. His lips parted, his forehead pressing briefly against hers, rain dripping from his lashes, his voice thick with something dangerously unhinged.

"I want outdoor fun," he whispered against her lips. "Right here. Right now."

Lena let out a breathless laugh, something between amusement and raw desire. Her fingers curled against his chest, feeling the heat radiating off him even in the cold. Then, slowly, she tilted her head, her lips grazing his ear.

"You’re insatiable," she purred, voice playful, teasing.

Lucas shuddered. "And you love it."

Lena smirked.

Without another word, she yanked him forward.

Lucas stumbled slightly as she pulled him into the open field, the rain slamming against their bodies, washing away any last trace of hesitation. Water dripped down their skin, tracing every line, every curve, making every movement slick, weightless, intoxicating.

His breath hitched as Lena turned to face him, rain streaming down her face, her eyes dark with something feral. She ran her fingers through her drenched hair, tilting her head slightly, the smirk on her lips downright dangerous.

"Well?" she taunted. "Is this what you wanted?"

Lucas let out a sharp breath, his hands flexing at his sides as he drank in the sight of her—wild, untamed, completely lost in the same madness that was consuming him.

"More," he rasped. "I want more."

Lena’s laughter was swallowed by the storm.

And then she moved.

She collided into him with enough force to send them both crashing onto the soaked grass, the impact cushioned by the rain-softened earth beneath them. Lucas grunted, but he didn’t care. His hands were already on her, gripping, exploring, holding, as if confirming this was real—she was real.

Lena braced her hands on his chest, rain trickling down the curve of her spine as she hovered over him, her breath uneven. Her hair dripped water onto his face, mixing with the rain, making everything slick, messy, chaotic.

"I think we’ve officially lost our minds," she murmured.

Lucas’s hands slid up her thighs, his grip possessive, desperate. "Good."

Lena arched a brow. "Good?"

His fingers tightened, his lips curving into something between a smirk and a growl. "I don’t want to be sane when I’m with you."

Lena’s breath caught.

For a moment, just a moment, time stilled.

Then she leaned down, pressing her forehead to his, her voice dropping into something softer. Something dangerously close to raw honesty.

"Neither do I."