Desire

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For a moment, she hesitated. Despite the tension that had been simmering between them for so long, this was the first time she had seen Axel like this—completely exposed, both physically and emotionally. His shirtless form stood as a symbol of the man behind the titles, the responsibilities, and the empire he governed. Here, in this moment, he wasn't the emperor, nor was she the empress; they were simply two people caught in the throes of passion, surrendering to a force they could no longer resist.

Axel stepped closer, his breath shallow as he closed the gap between them. His eyes, dark and intense, were locked on hers, studying every flicker of emotion that passed across her face. His fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle, almost reverent, as though he was afraid she might disappear if he pressed too hard.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice a low rasp, thick with desire. "But if you want me to stop, you need to tell me now."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a split second, the world seemed to stand still. Lila's mind raced, torn between the propriety she had spent so long upholding and the temptation that now pulsed through her veins. But there was no denying it anymore—she wanted this. She wanted him. Her heart pounded in her chest, and with a slight, almost imperceptible nod, she gave her answer.

That was all Axel needed.

With a growl of pent-up emotion, he closed the remaining distance between them, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was both desperate and consuming. It wasn't the tentative kiss of lovers testing the waters; it was a full surrender, the kind of kiss that spoke of months, maybe even years, of unspoken longing finally unleashed. His hands cupped her face, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before sliding inside, tasting her, claiming her.

Lila felt herself melting into him, her knees weakening as his kiss overwhelmed her senses. She clung to him, her hands sliding up the smooth, hard planes of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. He was fire and strength, and she was helpless against the tidal wave of emotion that swept over her. Every nerve in her body was alight, responding to him in ways she hadn't known were possible.

Axel's hands moved from her face to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the softness of her body pressed against his, the rise and fall of her bare chest as her breathing grew ragged. His desire for her was a tangible thing now, a force that threatened to consume him entirely. He had always prided himself on his control, but with Lila, all of that crumbled. She unraveled him in ways no one else ever had.

His fingers found the side of her lace undergarment, and with a gentle but deliberate motion, he began to slide it down, his touch reverent, almost careful. The fabric fell away slowly, and the cool air of the room brushed against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his hands. Lila swallowed hard, feeling both exposed and empowered under Axel's gaze.

Axel, still caught between his own desire and restraint, glanced up at her again, his expression a mix of awe and hunger. There was something about the way she held herself, a quiet command, as though she had complete control over the moment. She didn't need to say anything; her silence spoke volumes. She had him—completely.

"You know," Axel began, his voice low and rough as he leaned in closer, "you're making it impossible for me to think about anything else."

Lila's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Though she remained silent, the look in her eyes was all the answer he needed. She didn't need to flirt or coax; her mere presence was enough to unravel him. Axel felt his pulse quicken, the last threads of his control slipping as he let his hands explore the soft skin he had revealed.

Axel, feeling the heat between them escalate, wrapped his strong arms around Lila's waist and effortlessly lifted her off her feet. His grip was firm, yet gentle, as if he was afraid she might break under his touch. Lila's breath hitched, her heart pounding wildly as she felt the power in his arms. In one swift movement, Axel carried her across the room and laid her down on the wide, polished desk.

The smooth surface of the desk was cold against Lila's back, a stark contrast to the warmth of Axel's body hovering above her.

As Axel hovered above her, the tension in the air palpable, Lila gently placed her hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He froze, his breath heavy, eyes locked onto hers, confused but willing to follow her lead. Lila, still maintaining that subtle air of command beneath her innocent gaze, sat up slightly, her fingers tracing the waist outline of his pants.

"Wait," she whispered softly, her voice calm but filled with intent. "Leave your clothes... like mine."

Axel's eyes widened briefly, understanding what she was asking of him. A slow, deliberate smile crept onto his face, one that mirrored the spark of mischievousness in her eyes. He admired the way Lila was taking control of the moment while still playing coy, always keeping him on edge.

Without a word, Axel pulled back just enough to strip off the remainder of his clothes. The fabric of pants fell away, leaving him bare, his physique now fully visible in the dim light of the room. Lila watched him, her expression still unreadable, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction in her eyes as she saw him finally match her, piece for piece.

Axel leaned back in, the air between them growing thick again, but this time, there was a new dynamic at play. He had willingly exposed himself to her, just as she had asked, and now stood vulnerable in front of the woman who commanded his every thought.

The corner of Lila's lips curved slightly upward as she ran her hand along his arm, her touch light but deliberate. She didn't need to say anything else—the silence was enough to let Axel know that she was in control, and he was more than willing to surrender to it.

"I did as you asked," Axel murmured, his voice low, unable to resist the urge to flirt despite the tension. "Now what?"

But Lila only gave him a small, knowing smile, as if to say she was the one who would decide what happened next. Axel's gaze stayed locked on hers, waiting for her to make the next move. The power had shifted in her favor, and he was completely at her mercy.