[Silthara Palace—Emperor's Chamber—Continuation]
Levin tried to crawl backward—a desperate, trembling attempt—but Zeramet's hand closed around his calf, and just like that—he was pulled back across the silk sheets, dragged into the shadow of the emperor's hunger.
"Consort…" Zeramet growled, voice deep as a temple drum. "If you keep moving, I will have no choice but to bind you."
Levin froze.
His breath hitched sharply, and heat curled down his spine. Fear and want tangled in his ribs like knotted serpents as he saw his husband's two cocks.
"Z-Zer…" Levin whispered, voice cracking. "I—I can't… handle… the two of your—"
He couldn't finish because Zeramet seized him by the waist and hauled him closer—so close Levin could feel the raw heat radiating off his husband's body. Fingers dug into his skin, not to hurt,but to anchor him in place.
"Do not speak those words," Zeramet husked, his forehead lowering to Levin's neck, breath scorching his skin.
