I couldn’t speak, could only nod, as his mouth worked me into a frenzy, every touch driving me higher.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”

“Don’t cum,” he said.

“Tell me you want me,” he said, looking at me as he touched my breast.

“I … I want you.”

Orion didn’t hesitate. He pushed inside me, filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust harder, deeper.

“Luna,” he groaned, his voice raw with need.

I could barely form words, overwhelmed by the intensity of him. “Oh God … Orion …” I breathed, my body trembling with every stroke.

His rhythm quickened, each thrust sending a wave of heat crashing through me. “You feel so good,” he rasped, his mouth brushing against my ear.

I moaned louder, gripping him tighter. “Don’t stop … please, don’t stop.”

His pace grew frantic, our bodies moving together, the tension building between us until it was almost unbearable. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, we both cried out in unison, lost in ecstasy, as we came together, our moans filling the air.

“We are going to the 59th floor.”

I glanced at him, catching the intensity in his eyes. That was his floor. His private space.

“Come lie with me. You’re safe with me,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing, as he led me to his bed.

I melted into him, my fingers tracing the muscles of his back. “I believe you,” I murmured, closing my eyes as his hand gently ran through my hair.

“Luna …” he breathed, his lips brushing my ear, “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

I sighed, leaning into his touch. “I know, Orion. I feel it. With you, everything fades away.”

Orion’s touch was grounding, but as I clung to him, a vision ripped through me like a storm.

Suddenly, I was in a field under a blood-red sky, the air thick with smoke and flames. Bodies lay scattered, and amidst the chaos stood Marcosias, eyes glowing gold. But what chilled me to my core was Miranda, standing beside him, her face hollow, her eyes vacant. She was his.

“She’s ours now, Luna. You’re too late,” Marcosias sneered.

Miranda’s fingers shot dark tendrils toward me, wrapping around my throat. I gasped, struggling for breath. A voice echoed faintly, “You are the key, Luna. Only you can stop this.”

As I fought, the voice grew louder. “Embrace your role.”

Through the smoke, a silver light flickered. Desperately, I reached for it. The flames coiled around me, not burning but protecting. Power surged through me, and Marcosias’ sneer faltered.

I stepped forward, realizing the truth.I wasn’t just a key. I was the key. The voice whispered again, “Claim your place as Orion’s mate. Only then will you have the strength.”

The ground crumbled beneath me, and I fell into darkness, my scream lost in the void.

And then—I was back.

My chest heaved as I tried to regain my composure, but the terror of the vision still clung to me, like icy fingers digging into my skin.

“What … what is it?” Orion asked, his voice thick with concern as he looked down at me, his hands still resting on my hips.

“I’m the key,” I whispered, my mind racing as the pieces fell into place. “I’m the key to stopping them. But … it means we have to reveal everything. Our relationship. Us.”

Orion’s eyes widened, the weight of my words sinking in. “You mean—”