[Silthara Palace — The Emperor's Chamber — Continuation]
Moonlight spilled through the open balcony doors, silver and soft against the darkened chamber. The curtains swayed gently beneath the midnight wind, carrying with it the scent of lily, silk, and dark lotus pheromones thick enough to make the air feel heavy.
A quiet breath escaped Levin as he knelt upon the carpet between Zeramet's legs, his silver hair cascading down his back like liquid moonlight, and Levin was sucking his cock. The thick vein pulsing against his lower lip.
Zeramet's hand slid into Levin's hair slowly, fingers threading through the soft strands before tightening slightly—not cruelly, but possessively.
"Consort…" his voice lowered, roughened by want and emotion alike, and his thumb brushed against Levin's cheek. "If you wish to apologize…then do not hold yourself back from me."
