[Silthara Palace — The Emperor's Chamber — Continuation]
The chamber had grown warmer beneath moonlight and the dark lotus scent. Heavy curtains swayed like desert veils in the night wind, and the faint scent of amber and myrrh clung to the air, thick as longing.
Zeramet bent over Levin like a sovereign claiming not a throne but something far more fragile, far more dangerous.
His lips traced a slow, reverent path across Levin's chest, as though memorizing sacred scripture written in skin. Each touch lingered, unhurried, deliberate… as if time itself had bowed before the emperor's desire.
Levin trembled beneath him.
SUCK!!!
SMOOCH!!
SMOOCH!!!
Soft, wet sounds filled the chamber as Zeramet's lips trailed over Levin's chest, his mouth closing around one nipple while his fingers teased the other bud of his nipple.
Levin's body arched slightly, a breathless moan slipping past his lips.
"Haa… slow… please…"
