POV: Lyra
Back in our quarters, I could feel Orion's arousal through our psychic bond before we even reached the door. His pathways had been pulsing with barely contained violet-red since we left the training sector.
He's been replaying my threat to Sasha in his mind. Of course my violence turns him on.
I went to the storage unit for a fresh covering cloth, oblivious to how his eyes tracked my movement. The recycled atmosphere in our quarters felt heavier somehow, charged with his barely controlled desire.
Heading to the cleansing chamber for a sonic shower like always, I sealed the door behind me. Through our bond, I felt his temperature rising. The sound of my bio-suit hitting the chamber floor and his mental image of me under the sonic waves did nothing to help his control.
Are these thoughts really inappropriate? His thought leaked through our bond before he could stop it.
When I emerged wearing only a regulation covering cloth, his pathways flared bright purple. It wasn't the first time he'd seen me like this since we started sharing quarters, but tonight was different. More intense.
"All yours, darling," I said without looking at him, meaning the cleansing chamber.
But through our bond, I felt his primal thought: All mine.
He moved behind me as I activated the molecular dryer for my hair. Through the reflection panel, I watched him approach like a predator. When I reached for a restraint band to control my unruly hair, his hands stopped mine.
Through the reflection, his purple pathways pulsed with desire. I recognized that look.
"Darling, we need to be in the dining hall in an hour. No distractions."
He scoffed. "Won't take long, baby. Promise." He pulled my hands down, letting my hair fall.
His fingers traced my neck, shoulders, sending neural sparks cascading through my system. I gasped at the intensity. He bent down, his lips finding my collarbone while his hands traced my sides, stopping at my hips.
When I breathed his name, his arousal pheromones flooded the room. He continued his assault on my neck while gently squeezing through the frustratingly thick cloth.
A soft moan escaped me. Then louder. My body responded instantly, and I pressed my thighs together trying to hide it. But through our bond, he knew.
His hand moved from my hip to my thigh as his mouth found my ear. "Can't stop thinking about how hot you were today, my dangerous flower."
His touch made my legs weak. His hand moved toward my lower abdomen where an ache was building.
"How you torture this Emperor," he continued in that husky voice. "Do you know how hard it is controlling myself when your very existence turns me on?"
His words made me moan louder, legs trembling. My Kaelari consciousness had already surrendered, waiting for whatever he wanted.
When his lips claimed mine, his fingers found the edge of the covering, dancing across bare skin. My legs shuddered at the contact.
Breaking the kiss, he had to support me. Through the reflection, his eyes met mine as he whispered, "Tell me you want this, my love."
His fingers moved to where I was already wet, teasing. I was getting weak, and he knew I wouldn't last.
"Yes," I breathed.
His control snapped. He lifted me, placed me on the sleeping platform. Hovering over me, he claimed my lips while I guided his hand to where I'd knotted the cloth.
As soon as he unwrapped me, he pulled back to admire. His body temperature spiked so high he tore off his bio-suit top. When he removed his lower covering, his arousal was obvious.
My breathing made him growl appreciatively—that dangerous, alluring sound that turned me on more. His lips found mine while his hand kneaded my breast. My nipple hardened instantly, body burning with desire.
His mouth trailed down, finding my other breast, groaning as he tasted.
"Ohh..." I tried staying quiet, remembering the walls weren't soundproof.
Don't hold back, baby. Moan for me, he sent through our bond.
"Someone... might... hear..."
His mouth released me, smirking before his black eyes met mine. "Let them."
Those two words somehow made me wetter. His thumb stopped just above where I needed him.
With more love than lust now, his fingers worked my slick folds. Five flicks and I came hard. He didn't wait.
His head snapped down, lapping at my release desperately. My lower body arched but his hand pressed me down gently. His arms around my thighs, spreading me, holding me as he drank.
I was a moaning mess, and the way I said his name made him harder. He didn't stop when he'd drunk everything. His finger entered me slowly, making me gasp.
He pushed deep, watching my reaction. I could hardly breathe. His thumb found my sensitive nub while his finger moved in and out slowly. The way I moved toward him when he pulled out told him everything.
After a few strokes, he added another finger. I closed my eyes at the bittersweet pain.
"You're so tight, my dangerous flower. So tight."
I moaned unintelligibly as his fingers gained speed. My body stiffened, and he kissed my stomach. "Relax, my flower. Relax."
I obeyed, and his fingers pushed against my walls, parting me gently. His thumb never stopped. I moaned louder.
"Yes, baby. That's it. Just relax and moan."
The ache intensified as he sped up. Suddenly, I exploded, body convulsing. My fingernails dug into the platform. My core clenched around him as I screamed, release flowing over his hand.
He lay beside me, kissing the corner of my lips. I looked at him in pure tranquility. My fingers traced his smile before he sucked on my thumb. I mouthed 'thank you.'
He smiled wider, kissing my lips. "Anything for you, Lyra."
But I felt his still-hard arousal against my thigh. He hadn't gotten release.
"Let me help," I whispered.
He looked confused until my hand found his hardness. He gazed at me with overflowing affection, kissing me deeply as he removed his final covering.
When our lips parted, I saw his impressive length standing at attention. I started to move toward it but he stopped me.
He lifted my chin, locking eyes seriously. "Lyra, the only part of me I want in your mouth is my tongue. Nothing else, okay? But..." he guided my hand to his hardness, which stiffened further at my touch, "this Emperor still wants you to take control." His affectionate eyes turned lustful. "Drive me insane, my dangerous flower."