[Silthara Palace—Emperor's Chamber—Continuation]
Levin's body was trembling as Zeramet's command cut through the haze. He rose on unsteady legs, the silk slipping against his thighs, the sunlight pooling around his feet like water.
Standing naked and bare before him.
The air was thick with dark lotus, the pheromones wrapping around him like a living serpent, coiling through his lungs, his blood, and the hollow spaces behind his ribs. Levin's nipples had tightened to hard peaks, catching the golden light that spilled through the window. He could feel the weight of Zeramet's gaze on every inch of his skin, tracking, memorizing, and devouring.
Zeramet had not moved. His one knee bent, his twin cocks heavy against his thigh, the larger one rising with a slow, deliberate pulse. His silver-white hair spilled across the chair, and his golden eyes burned with the patience of a god watching a sacrifice prepare itself.
"Touch yourself, everywhere he touched you."
