With a knowing smile, Orion leaned back against the plush pillows, the morning light streaming through the open windows and casting a soft glow over their entwined bodies. He took a sip of his whiskey, the warm liquid sliding down his throat as he met her fiery gaze.
"Good morning, madam" he murmured, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "Did you enjoy the little... performance I put on last night?"
Vishaka's eyes narrowed slightly, and she pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts, the fabric stark against her luminous brown skin. Her voice had a hint of sass as she spoke.
"I swear, Orion, don't come near me—especially with that poison," she said, her tone playful yet firm. "I feel like I ran for miles, and that whiskey smells like it could make me run some more—right out of this room."
He chuckled, his silver eyes twinkling with mischief. He set the glass aside and leaned closer, his bare chest brushing against hers. The faint scent of sandalwood from her skin mingled with the smell of whisky creating an intoxicating aura around them.
"Now, now, darling," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "You know how much I adore watching you chase your pleasure." His hand slid down to caress the curve of her waist, his thumb tracing the waist chain's delicate pattern. "But if whiskey isn't your cup of tea, I have something else to offer." He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, making her shiver.
Her eyes flashed with a mix of annoyance and desire as she pushed him away gently, the soft fabric of the sheet sliding over her body.* "You know exactly what I mean," she said, her voice carrying a hint of the fiery passion from the night before. "I'm sore in places I didn't even know existed." She rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "But if you're offering a remedy, I might just consider letting you back in."
Orion's smile grew wider as he took her hand in his, bringing it to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. His eyes searched hers, the mischief in them slowly fading away, replaced by a soft, earnest expression.
"Allow me to make amends," he said, his voice dropping to a velvety whisper. "I know just the thing." He leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on her nose ring he always had a fascination with the way it glinted against her nose before sliding out of bed, revealing defined abs and powerful thighs. He waved her hand and a small jar filled with a fragrant, golden balm appeared in his palms. "This will soothe your muscles, my rooh," he assured her.
Her eyes followed his movements. She watched as he dipped his fingers into the jar and scooped out a dollop of the golden balm. "What is it?" she asked, her voice still laced with wariness.
"It's an ancient blend of herbs and oils, known for its healing properties its a family secret of sorts," he said, his tone earnest as he approached her , his nakedness unabashed. "Let me apply it, and I promise, you'll feel good."
Her eyes widened slightly, a spark of suspicion in them.
"Orion, are you trying to seduce me again?" she asked, her tone light despite the hint of challenge in her voice. She sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal the swell of her breasts, the mehendi on her arms looking even more intricate in the morning light.
With a grin that was both charming and slightly predatory, Orion took her hand and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"My love, I would never 'try' to seduce you," he corrected. "It's just something that naturally happens when I'm near you." He scooped up some of the balm onto his fingers and began to massage it into her shoulders with firm, sure strokes.
*Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt the warmth of the balm spread through her muscles. A small sigh of pleasure escaped her lips despite herself. She leaned into his touch, feeling the tension from the previous night's escapades begin to melt away.* "Alright, I'll admit it," she murmured. "This feels heavenly."
*He chuckled, the sound deep and comforting as he continued to work the balm into her shoulders. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. "As heavenly as the way you feel in my arms?" He teased, his thumbs pressing into the tension knots with just the right amount of pressure.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but smile at his audacity. She leaned back into the pillows, allowing him full access to her body.
"Almost," she conceded, her voice a low purr. "But not quite."
He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers moving down her spine, the balm leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His eyes remained locked on hers, a silent promise in their depths.
"I'll have to try harder then," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress. "Where do you need it most, my love?"
Her eyes remained closed, a small smile playing on her lips as she felt the tension in her body dissipate under his skilled ministrations. She thought for a moment before pointing to her inner thighs with a nod.
"There," she said, her voice a little breathless. "You know how rough you can be."
With a knowing smirk, Orion leaned in to kiss her collarbone, his hand trailing down her side to her hip. He took her leg gently and pulled it over his lap, revealing her soft, supple inner thigh. He applied the balm with slow, deliberate strokes, his touch feather-light yet firm.
"Already planning for round two?" he murmured against her skin, his breath sending shivers along her body.
Her eyes shot open, and she swatted his chest playfully, though she didn't pull away from his touch. She laughed softly.*
"You're insatiable," she said, though the way her breath hitched gave away that she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. She felt his warmth against her leg and the gentle pressure of his fingers on her skin.
His smirk grew into a full smile as he lifted his head, the silver in his eyes dancing. He kissed her inner thigh, his teeth grazing her skin lightly before he began to rub the balm in earnest.
"It's your own fault for being so irresistible," he murmured, his voice a caress as much as his touch. He could feel himself become hard as he worked the balm into her skin, his thumbs making slow, firm circles around the tender areas.
Her eyes narrowed again, but the smile on her lips remained. She could feel the warmth spreading through her body, not just from the balm but from his touch. She couldn't help but squirm under his gaze, a hint of arousal flaring up.
"Flattery won't get you everywhere," she said, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. She leaned back, her hand reaching up to play with the loose strands of her hair that had escaped the braid.
His fingers paused in their dance across her skin, and he raised an eyebrow, his smile turning wolfish.* "Is that so?" He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her skin. "Then what does it take to get you everywhere, my sweet Vishaka?" His thumbs stroked the tender flesh of her inner thighs, his gaze never leaving hers.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his breath against her skin. She bit her lower lip, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance.
"Well," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended, "maybe if you can prove that you've learned some restraint, I'll consider letting you back in." Her eyes sparkled with a challenge.
His eyes darkened at the sight of her bitten lip and the feel of her body beneath his touch. He knew those signs all too well. His voice took on a gravelly edge.
"Restraint?" He murmured, his thumbs moving closer to the apex of her thighs. "For someone as tempting as you? That's quite the challenge, madam."
Vishaka felt a thrill run through her at the challenge in his tone.
"If you can handle it," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to dance on the morning breeze. She reached up and began to loosen the strands of hair that held her braid in place, letting them fall around her shoulders like a midnight waterfall.
*Orion's gaze dropped to her lips, watching the way she bit them. His control slipped just a fraction, his thumbs pressing a little closer to her center. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand—literally. As her hair tumbled down, he felt the tension in the room spike. He cleared his throat.
"Rest assured," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I can be as restrained as a saint... if you wish it." His silver eyes met hers, the question in them unspoken.
Her eyes locked onto his, a silent dare in their depths. She released her bottom lip from her teeth and let out a soft breath, watching the effect it had on him. Her fingers continued to loosen her hair until it cascaded down her back, the scent of jasmine from the flowers in her braid filling the space between them.
"Well," she said, her voice a silky whisper, "I'd hate for you to miss out on the fun."
Orion's gaze grew darker, his pupils dilating as he watched the seductive fall of her hair. He swallowed hard, his thumbs brushing against the dampness gathering between her thighs. The challenge in her voice was like a siren's call, impossible to resist.
"Fine," his voice was gruff with desire. "But know this, my love—restraint does not come easily around you." His hand moved from her thigh, gently taking her chin and tilting her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat.
He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his breath against her skin. The scent of sandalwood grew stronger, mixing with the musk of their desire. His tongue traced the line of her collarbone, and she shivered.
"But for you," he murmured against her pulse point, "I'll do my best." He kissed her neck, the tender touch of his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.*
Her eyes closed, and she leaned back into the pillows, her body arching slightly as his teeth grazed her skin. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against her, and the smell of sandalwood grew stronger, making her head spin.
"Your best," she whispered, her voice filled with both challenge and a hint of desire. "I'll hold you to that."
His hand slid up to tangle in her hair, his grip firm but not painful. He pulled back enough to look into her eyes, his own blazing with a need that was barely contained.
"And what happens if I fail?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.
Her eyes flashed with amusement and she bit her lip again, the action unconscious and yet deliberate.
"Well, then I guess I'll have to remind you who's in charge," she said, her voice a sultry tease. She leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, the friction of their bodies setting off sparks of pleasure.
Orion's eyes darkened at the challenge in her tone, his hand tightening slightly in her hair. He leaned in, his breath hot against her cheek.
"Is that so?" He whispered, his voice a low . "I'd like to see you try." His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his touch feather-light yet filled with the promise of more.
Without warning, his grip tightened, and he claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deep and possessive. Vishaka gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise, but she melted into him, her body responding instinctively. His other hand slid between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. He groaned low in his throat and, before she could even blink, he had her legs wrapped around his waist, driving into her with a passion that bordered on desperation.
Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of passion on his skin. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a river of ink. She felt him everywhere, his hardness filling her, his warmth enveloping her. The way he kissed her like always he did—dominant, yet tender, leaving her breathless. "Orion," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of need.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt his teeth graze her lower lip. She moaned again, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. He was relentless, his body moving in a rhythm that seemed to speak directly to hers. She knew that look in his eyes—the one that said he was about to lose control.* "I dare you," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. She reached up and gently tugged at the strands of his hair, the action making her feel a heady rush of power.
Orion's eyes locked onto hers as she tugged his hair. The challenge in her eyes and the feel of her nails on his scalp were too much. With a snarl of desire, he gave in, his control shattering like glass. He pulled away from her mouth to kiss and nip at her neck, leaving a trail of love bites along the sensitive flesh. His hips pounded into her, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Always."
Her eyes shone with a fiery passion as she felt his teeth on her neck. She knew the marks would be there for hours, a brand of his desire that thrilled her to her core. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back as she met his ferocity with her own.* "And you're mine," she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. "Forever."
Orion's eyes flashed with a possessive hunger at her words. He felt the heat of her body, her softness enveloping him as he claimed her neck with his teeth. The scent of jasmine from her hair filled his nostrils, making his head spin. He knew he was lost in her, and he didn't care. He could feel the pressure building within him, the need to release his own brand of pleasure.
"Then let me worship you," he murmured, his voice strained.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her, the pressure of his body demanding more. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she bit her lip, her body arching beneath his. Her hair fell in a wild tumble around them, the jasmine scent filling the air as she moved. She felt him stiffen against her, his body taut with need.
"Orion...." she breathed, the words a silent plea.
The sight of her, naked and wanton beneath him, was more than he could bear. Her eyes, dark with passion, held his, and he knew she was challenging him. With a groan that was more animal than man, he claimed her mouth again, his tongue dueling with hers. His hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He felt her nails digging into his back, urging him on.
"You're mine," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.
With each thrust, he felt her body tighten around him, her muscles clenching in sweet agony. Her breaths grew ragged, and she arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with every beat of their hearts.
"Look at me," he demanded, his eyes burning into hers. She complied, her eyes locking onto his.
He felt the moment building inside him, a coil of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He released a feral groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he emptied himself into her, filling her to the brim with his essence.
Her eyes, dark with desire, searched his face as she felt him release within her. Her own climax crashed over her like a wave, her body quivering and clutching at him. She could feel the warmth of his breath, the heat of his body against hers, and the pulse of his heart beneath her palm. She leaned in and captured his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently.
"Always," she echoed, her voice a sultry whisper.
Her breathing slowed, and she felt the stickiness of their combined passion against her skin. She reached up, her fingers gently carding through his hair as she felt his head rest on her chest, his breath warm against her skin. The scent of sandalwood and sweat mingled in the air, a testament to their exertion.
"I suppose that was your version of restraint," she murmured, a hint of laughter in her voice. She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip, her heart swelling with affection.
Orion's eyes shot open, a smug smile playing on his lips as he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
"Well, I did say I'd do my best," he replied, his voice still rough with passion. He leaned in to kiss her neck again, his teeth grazing the delicate skin, leaving a new mark. "But with you, Vishaka," he murmured, "restraint is a luxury I rarely indulge in." His hand slid down her body, tracing the curves he knew so well, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along her collarbone.*
Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she felt his kisses on her neck.
"Is that so?" she whispered, her voice filled with amusement. "I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind." She leaned back into the pillows, allowing him the access he craved. "But for now," she sighed contentedly, "I'm quite tired of playing games." She closed her eyes, her breathing even and deep, the gentle sound of her breathing a soft melody in the quiet room.