The desert emperor is everything Alix should despise. Enemy. Conqueror. Ruiner. But too many nights have disappeared to that portrait, to fingers hovering over the sharp line of a painted jaw, to a voice Alix has never actually heard yet somehow already feels low against the back of his neck.
When Alix is captured and dragged to the emperor's tent, he braces for pain. What he gets is warm water poured slow down his spine. Calloused fingers tilting his chin up. A mouth close enough to feel the...
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The desert emperor is everything Alix should despise. Enemy. Conqueror. Ruiner. But too many nights have disappeared to that portrait, to fingers hovering over the sharp line of a painted jaw, to a voice Alix has never actually heard yet somehow already feels low against the back of his neck.
When Alix is captured and dragged to the emperor's tent, he braces for pain. What he gets is warm water poured slow down his spine. Calloused fingers tilting his chin up. A mouth close enough to feel the heat of, murmuring "Look at me" like obedience is something Alix has been starving to give.
Abraxas doesn't take. He draws out. Every touch lands with the patience of a man who has never once needed to rush a conquest. Alix has survived fire, famine, sieges that lasted months. None of it prepared him for the way his voice breaks around the enemy's name. By dawn, resistance will be a word that belongs to someone else.
All he'll remember is how Abraxas tasted.
Soon, he will be the perfect pleasure slave...
⚠️ WARNING: Pack a cold shower. Scorching heat; almost 4k filthy words of no-holds-barred surrender. Includes: cheating, enemies to lovers / enemies with benefits, straight-to-gay seduction, a bath scene that will ruin bathing for you, a rough and breathless first time, and much more. All acts are consensual.
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