#hutao03 Pulse of the Night

Chloe Bennett stood on a rooftop in downtown Los Angeles, the city’s n//eon lights twinkling like a sea of stars under the night sky. After their victory at the warehouse rave, she and Lucas Knight had exposed Vanessa Pierce’s scheme, revealing her fabricated evidence to discredit Chloe. With support from fellow DJs and Lucas’s proof, they forced the rival sponsor to withdraw, securing Club Vortex. Now, Vortex was set to host Neon Surge, a global EDM festival, with Chloe as the headlining DJ. But the fiery moment in the hidden DJ booth—Lucas’s scorching kiss, possessive touch—still burned within her, tangling her heart. “Chloe, you beat Vanessa, but Lucas… he’s your whole world,” she muttered, smiling, heart racing at the thought of his gray eyes.

She checked her phone, seeing a text from Lucas: “Meet me on the rooftop before your set. I need to tell you something.” Chloe frowned, heart pounding. Lucas had confessed his love, but his occasionally distant gaze made her worry he was still hiding something. She chose a shimmering white dress, form-fitting, accentuating her curves, standing before the mirror, muttering, “Chloe, this is your night. And maybe… our night.” Thoughts of his smile and low voice sparked a sweet longing within her.

At the rooftop, the space exploded with EDM bass and n//eon, thousands dancing under the city lights. Chloe stepped up, eyes scanning the crowd, halting when she saw Lucas in the VIP area, black shirt hugging his muscular frame, 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 into a secluded corner behind a n//eon curtain, where purple light enveloped them, creating an intimate space.

Under the dim purple n//eon glow of the rooftop, 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’ve changed everything. I need you to know this.” Chloe trembled, her back against the curtain, heart pounding. “Lucas… what… are you saying? The crowd’s waiting 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 eternity, 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… people 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. “It’s just you and me, Chloe. The world out there doesn’t matter,” 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 be mine, Chloe, forever.” He stepped back, leaving her flushed, heart pounding, body trembling from his touch.

Plot Continuation:

In the VIP area, Lucas confessed he’d let go of his guarded past and wanted a future with Chloe. “You’re not just Vortex’s DJ, Chloe. You’re why I live,” he said, voice low, eyes tender. Chloe froze, tears glistening. “Lucas, I love you too. But Vanessa… she won’t stop.” He gripped her hand, eyes resolute. “She’s done, Chloe. We have each other, and that’s everything.”

Neon Surge began, and Chloe took the main stage, n//eon blazing around her. Her set electrified the crowd, and Lucas stood below, gray eyes gleaming with pride. But Vanessa, in a final desperate move, tried to broadcast fake evidence on the giant screens, accusing Chloe of cheating. Lucas, with his tech team, intercepted the attempt, and Vanessa was escorted out by security, her reputation ruined. The festival was a resounding success, and Vortex became the global EDM hub.

After the event, Lucas pulled Chloe to a rooftop corner, where the city lights twinkled below, and they shared a fiery moment of passion, sealing their eternal love.

Under the twinkling city lights on the rooftop, Lucas Knight pressed Chloe Bennett against a glass wall, his gray eyes a blazing galaxy, overflowing with fierce desire and eternal love. “Chloe,” he growled, voice husky, sultry as a deep EDM track, “you’ve conquered everything, and now, I’ll make you wholly mine.” Chloe trembled, her back against the cold glass, heart pounding as if it would shatter. “Lucas… here… under the lights?” she asked, voice quivering, but her body burned, 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 echoed in the night. Her hands clutched his black shirt, nails tearing fabric, leaving red scratches on his chiseled chest. “Mmm… Lucas… slow… slow down…” she panted, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through her white dress, prompting a primal growl, raw and beastly.

He pulled back, eyes ablaze, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Slow? Chloe, the city lights sing for us, and I cannot resist,” he whispered, voice sultry, ripping her dress’s zipper, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a white 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 city lights. “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 one with me, 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 eternal love,” 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 cowgirl 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.”

Chloe lay in Lucas’s arms, body limp, face flushed, a blissful smile spreading. “Lucas, we did it,” she whispered, eyes sparkling. “We saved Vortex, and you’re here, with me.” He stroked her hair, eyes tender. “You’re the n//eon that guided me, Chloe,” he said, voice low. “I’ll spend my life loving and protecting you.”

They returned to Los Angeles, starting anew. Vortex became the global EDM hub, and Chloe, now a renowned DJ, continued performing, with Lucas always by her side. Vanessa, after the scandal, vanished from the music scene, and Chloe’s peers respected her more than ever. One day, Lucas knelt on the rooftop, offering a ring that shone like n//eon. “Chloe, be my wife?” he asked, voice low. She cried, nodding, embracing him. “Yes, Lucas, forever.”

The story ends with Chloe and Lucas on the rooftop, L.A.’s n//eon lights twinkling, as if witnessing their eternal love. Chloe leaned into his chest, whispering, “Thank you for giving me the universe.” He kissed her, smiling. “Thank you, Chloe, for being my universe.” Under the n//eon, their love shone, everlasting as constellations.