#hutao03 Pulse of the Night

Chloe Bennett stood in an abandoned warehouse in Downtown Los Angeles’s arts district, red and green n//eon lights flickering, reflecting on her face, her turquoise eyes shimmering with resolve laced with tension. After her triumphant performance at Club Vortex, she had proven her talent to the crowd, but Vanessa Pierce, her rival and Lucas Knight’s ex, wasn’t stopping. Vanessa spread rumors that Chloe cheated, and now, she was conspiring with a rival sponsor to seize Vortex. The fiery moment in Lucas’s lighting control room—his scorching kiss, possessive touch—still burned within Chloe, making her both crave and fear him. “Chloe, you’re here to conquer, not fall for a guy with a messy past!” she muttered, adjusting her headphones, trying to quell the smoldering heat in her body.

She checked her phone, seeing a text from a fellow DJ: “Vanessa’s teaming up with a big sponsor to oust Lucas. Watch out, she’s targeting your set tonight.” Chloe frowned, heart pounding. This warehouse rave was her chance to solidify her place at Vortex, but Vanessa clearly had sabotage planned. She texted Lucas: “Vanessa’s playing big. Meet me before my set, VIP area.” He replied instantly: “You’re quick. I’ll be there. Don’t let her distract you.”

Chloe chose a black sequined jumpsuit, sparkling under the light, accentuating her curves, standing before the mirror, muttering, “Chloe, Vanessa can’t win. But Lucas… he’s messing with your head.” Thoughts of his gray eyes and low voice made her heart race, a mix of desire and unease surging within her.

At the warehouse, the space exploded with EDM bass and n//eon, thousands dancing on the floor. Chloe entered, eyes scanning the crowd, halting when she saw Lucas in the VIP area, white shirt sleeves rolled up, aura like a dark king. He waved her over, gray eyes locking onto her, sending a shiver through her. “Chloe,” he said, voice low, seductive, pulling her to sit beside him. “Vanessa’s working with a sponsor to take me down. But you’re the key to keeping Vortex. You ready?”

She tilted her chin, eyes challenging. “I’m always ready, Lucas. But I need more about you. How’s your family tied to Vortex?” He fell silent, eyes darkening, then grabbed her hand, pulling her into a secluded corner behind a n//eon curtain, where red light enveloped them, creating an intimate space.

Under the dim red n//eon glow of the VIP area, Lucas pulled Chloe into a secluded corner, his gray eyes like a storm, burning with a gentle yet commanding desire. “Chloe,” he whispered, voice low as a slow EDM track, “you want to know me? You’re making me lose control.” Chloe trembled, her back against the curtain, heart pounding. “Lucas… we… shouldn’t… the crowd’s out there!” she said, voice quivering, but her body leaned toward him, as if hypnotized by his gaze.

He leaned in, lips hovering near hers, his hot breath grazing her skin. “You’re my flame, Chloe,” he murmured, then kissed her, a slow, possessive kiss, as if etching his mark onto her soul. His tongue brushed her lips, teasing gently, drawing a soft moan that blended with the bass outside. Her hands clutched his shirt, fingers trembling, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “Mmm… Lucas… stop…” she whispered, but her voice faltered, heart racing from his touch.

He pulled back, eyes gleaming, his hand brushing her cheek, thumb tracing her lower lip, sending shivers through her. “Stop? You don’t want that, Chloe,” he said, voice sultry, commanding. His hand slid to her neck, grazing her collarbone, pausing at the curve of her chest, not venturing further but enough to make her body burn, breath quickening. “You… we… Vanessa might see…” she stammered, face flushing, but her eyes were drawn to him, as if bewitched by n//eon light.

Lucas leaned closer, kissing her neck, lips gliding over her skin, leaving trails of heat. “Vanessa’s nothing, Chloe. Only you,” he whispered, voice a spell, making her moan softly, body melting in his arms. He kissed her earlobe, tongue flicking lightly, making her arch, a jolt of electricity coursing through her. “Lucas… don’t…” she gasped, but her hands gripped his shoulders, as if begging him to continue. He chuckled softly, pulling away, eyes twinkling. “You’ll soon be mine, Chloe, completely.” He stepped back, leaving her flushed, heart pounding, body trembling from his touch.

In the hidden DJ booth of the warehouse, green n//eon pulsed around Lucas Knight and Chloe Bennett, bass from the dance floor echoing through the walls. Lucas pressed her against a control panel, his gray eyes a storm, blazing with fierce desire, as if Vanessa’s sabotage had burned away all barriers. “Chloe,” he growled, voice husky, sultry as a deep EDM track, “you’ve driven me mad, and now, I’ll make you mine.” Chloe trembled, her back against the panel, heart pounding as if it would shatter. “Lucas… we… shouldn’t… Vanessa’s out there!” she cried, voice panicked, but her body betrayed her, burning like fire, her vagina drenched, aching for his touch with painful intensity.

He smirked, lips crashing onto hers, a ferocious kiss, as if to devour her soul. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, draining her breath, drawing loud moans that drowned out the bass outside. Her hands clutched his white shirt, nails tearing fabric, leaving red scratches on his chiseled chest. “Mmm… Lucas… stop… stop…” she panted, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through her jumpsuit, prompting a primal growl, raw and beastly.

He pulled back, eyes ablaze, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Stop? Chloe, you’ve set me ablaze, and I can’t let you go,” he whispered, voice sultry, ripping her jumpsuit’s zipper, letting it pool at her feet, revealing a black lace bra cradling her full, heaving breasts. He swallowed hard, his penis straining painfully against his trousers, brushing her thigh, massive and searing. “You shine like n//eon, Chloe,” he murmured, hands kneading her breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples through the lace until they stood erect, pink as radiant gems. Chloe arched, a jolt of electricity surging through her, her panties soaked, fluids glistening under the n//eon light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she gasped, nails digging deeper, leaving red welts.

He grinned lasciviously, yanking her bra down, exposing her petite, pink nipples, beckoning him. He latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue swirling, nibbling lightly, while his other hand squeezed her breast, kneading until Chloe screamed, body melting in ecstasy, tears of pleasure streaming. “A… a… Lucas… I’m… gonna die… it’s too good…” She clutched his head, fingers tangling in his thick black hair, pulling him closer, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He looked up, lips glistening, a wicked smirk spreading. “Too good? I’ll make you chant my name alone, Chloe, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he growled, tearing her panties, revealing her pink, sopping vagina, pulsing like a blooming flower, begging to be filled. He knelt, kissing her inner thighs, tongue tracing soft skin, leaving wet trails. He latched onto her vagina, sucking fiercely, tongue plunging deep, lapping from inside out, as if savoring a divine delicacy. Chloe arched, screaming, legs quaking violently, fluids gushing, soaking the glass floor, pooling beneath her. “A… a… Lucas… I… too good… I’m done…” She gripped his head, body taut, hitting her first climax, mind spinning like a n//eon whirl.

He didn’t stop, tongue delving deeper, sucking harder, making Chloe scream again, body convulsing, fluids streaming, soaking his chin. “A… you… I… I can’t take it…” she choked, body arching, hitting her second climax, tears streaming, body nearly spent. He stood, unbuckling his belt, revealing a massive, rock-hard penis, tip red and glistening, aimed at her like a declaration of possession. Chloe flushed, looking away, heart racing. “You… too fast…” she stammered, but he pulled her close, letting her feel his steel-hard length.

“Feel it, Chloe? This is our fire,” he growled, kissing her, tongue entwining fiercely yet lovingly. His hand slid down, three fingers plunging into her soaked vagina, thrusting fast, thumb rubbing her sensitive spot, drawing relentless moans, fluids streaming, soaking his hand. “A… you… I… I need you… now…” she whispered, eyes glazed with desire, body trembling, pleading to be filled.

He smirked, lifting her onto a glass table, spreading her legs, her wet, pink vagina pulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Chloe, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he growled, his tip brushing her entrance, making her moan and arch. He pushed slowly, filling her inch by inch, until she screamed, “A… you… so deep… I’m… gonna die…” Her body shook violently, fluids gushing, soaking the glass, the sound of flesh slapping echoing. He moved, thrusting fast and deep, each stroke hitting her core, making her moan incessantly, body arching, breasts bouncing, hips quivering with each impact. “A… a… Lucas… faster… I… can’t take it…” she screamed, tears of pleasure streaming, nails clawing the glass.

He growled, switching positions, standing her up, pressing her against the glass, lifting one leg, thrusting deeper, hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her arch, hitting her third climax, fluids flooding, drenching them both. “Chloe, are you lost in it?” he rasped, eyes blazing. “So good… I’m dying… I love you…” she choked, voice breaking, body taut. He switched to a riding position, seating her on him, his penis thrusting up, filling her completely. She bounced, breasts jiggling, hips slapping his thighs, flesh sounds echoing, fluids gushing, soaking them. “A… a… Lucas… I… too good…” she screamed, hitting her fourth climax, tears streaming. He growled, thrusting up hard, reaching his peak with her, hot fluids mingling, drenching their skin, the glass, the floor. He held her tight, kissing her lips, panting. “Chloe, I love you, forever.”

But an announcement blared through the warehouse speakers: “Chloe Bennett, you’re accused of cheating in tonight’s set.” Chloe jolted, reason returning, realizing Vanessa had planted fake evidence to ruin her. Lucas gripped her hand, eyes like daggers. “She’ll pay, Chloe. We’ll fight.” Chloe nodded, eyes resolute, ready to face Vanessa, though her heart still burned for Lucas.