Page 70 of Decadence

A tight knot formed in her core, forcing her fingers into a frantic dance as she desperately tried to unravel the tightness.

It was no use.

Pleasure mingled with torturous need.

Ikriss just watched her. She was trapped in his fascination; consumed by his golden gaze.

“This feels unfair,” she gasped as a tiny tremor coursed through her. “Why can a holo of you make me do all this, and yet you’re the one suffering with the Mating Fever, and you can’t even…”

“I want to wait for you,” he said simply. “The reward will be all the sweeter for the pain.”

“H-how can you be so damn controlled?”

“Believe me, I’m not. Each and every time I see you, I’m at breaking point. It is the hardest thing I’ve done in my life. I fear you will be the death of me, my human.”

“Then I shouldn’t even…” She pulled her fingers away, suspending the blissful torture.

She was so close, and yet…

“Oh, but you should, Sienna. I want you to enjoy this. Seeing you like this…” He uttered a soft curse in his lyrical alien tongue. “I am the only one that will make you feel like this, and I will be the only one to ever see you like this. You will only know my touch, and I will please you in ways you have never even imagined.”

He said it with all the certainty of a wartime Commander who had just won a decisive battle.

And in that instant, Sienna knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was no going back.

“Crazy silver devil,” she whispered, frantically massaging her clit as the last shreds of her self-control slipped away. “You say you’ll wait for me, but I never really had any choice in this, did I?” Her voice was a cracked, breathless rasp. Her sheets were soaked in sweat. Her hair was a tousled mess.

“You are mine now,” the Commander said simply, and this time, his voice cracked too.

At last, Sienna let go.

The orgasm still took her by surprise, because she didn’t think it would be possible—not without him. At first, it was a gentle tremor, but then it rose, becoming wave after wave of blissful release.

“A-ahh,” she cried, getting lost in the ecstasy of climax.

And as all the tension seeped out of her body, the tight coil of need unravelled, leaving her hot and sweaty and languorous and filled with disbelief.

Did that just really fucking happen?

Holo-Ikriss smiled; a tight, dark, self-satisfied little smile. Only the slightest hint of tension at the corners of his eyes revealed the true extent of his suffering.

Sienna let out a soft, satisfied sigh. “You’re impossible,” she groaned.

“You have put me in an impossible situation,” he said softly, his voice thrumming with tenderness and a hint of something darker. “Believe me, this is only a taste of what is yet to come.”

And then the holo flickered and disappeared, leaving her breathless and completely stunned, even as the embers of desire smoldered inside her.

Damn it, Ikriss. Devious man. Why did you have to go and do that, now?

He might be suffering terribly with the Mating Fever, but Ikriss’s moves reminded her of a hunter slowly drawing in his prey.

Now he had his hooks in her, but she still wasn’t satisfied.

She wouldn’t be satisfied until she could have the real thing.

Two whole fucking days.

That’s how long she had to last, all the while praying that the Kordolians would be true to their word and contain the shitstorm on Earth, keeping her people safe.

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