The kiss deepened as Mikhailis leaned forward, his lips gently but insistently pressing against Lira's. The first contact was electric, and a tingling warmth spread through his chest. He could feel the soft warmth of her lips molding against his, and he took his time, moving slowly. He sucked her lower lip, pulling it just slightly, enough to tease.
He could feel Lira's breath hitch against his skin, and her lips parted a little wider as if inviting him.
Mikhailis took the invitation, his tongue lightly brushing against her lip before slipping inside. He felt the warmth of her mouth, the taste of her—sweet, almost like honey mixed with a hint of something floral. Her tongue responded, meeting his as they moved together, her lips slowly growing more confident, returning his intensity.
Lira let out a soft sigh, a breathy sound that made his heart pound.
Her hand slid up, her fingers finding their way to the back of his neck, holding on tightly, as if she didn't want the moment to end. He could feel her body shift against him, pressing closer. Mikhailis reached out, his hand moving to her waist before trailing down, gripping her buttocks firmly, lifting her slightly. He adjusted her position on his lap, pulling her closer.
Her body stiffened momentarily as she felt something hard pressing against her. Mikhailis could see the flicker of surprise cross her face even through closed eyes, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in more, her breath quickening.
His hand wandered upwards, cupping her breast, feeling its weight in his palm. He groped her gently, his thumb grazing over the curve, eliciting another soft sound from her. Lira's body seemed to melt into his touch, her fingers digging into his neck, her tongue pressing harder against his, as if wanting more.
He groaned softly, his hand moving in slow, circular motions over her chest, savoring the feel of her body responding to him.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever—each movement, each touch deepening the connection between them. He could feel Lira's warmth, her body pressing closer, her breath mingling with his as their lips danced together. He sucked on her tongue lightly, feeling her shiver against him, and she returned the favor with a surprising intensity, her tongue swirling around his, her breath hot.
Mikhailis tightened his hold on her, pulling her as close as possible. His hand squeezed her butt gently, earning a soft gasp from her as she ground slightly against him. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. She was beautiful—flushed, breathless, and wanting more. He wanted to give her everything.
Then, the knock came.
The door sounded loudly, and the sudden noise broke the trance between them. Lira pulled back abruptly, her eyes wide, her face flushed. Their lips separated, and Mikhailis could see her tongue still slightly stuck out, as if she hadn't wanted to stop. Her face held a look of longing, of desire unfulfilled. It made his heart skip a beat.
He smiled at her, leaning in one last time. He took her tongue between his lips, sucking it teasingly, biting down just lightly before letting go. He looked into her eyes, his gaze soft but playful. Find more chapters on empire
"Go and open it," he said, his voice low, a smile playing on his lips.
Lira's eyes softened for a moment, her lips curving into a smile—one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen on her usually stoic face. She stood up slowly, her movements graceful.
"Yes, your highness," she said, her voice almost a whisper. Then, in an instant, her face shifted back to its usual stoic expression, as if nothing had happened. She smoothed out her clothes and turned to the door.
"This woman," he muttered under his breath, a smile tugging at his lips.
Rodion's voice cut in, breaking the tension in the air.
<Incoming data analysis suggests that Lady Serelith's presence is indicative of an urgent matter requiring immediate attention.>
Before Mikhailis could respond, Serelith entered the room, her face unusually serious. She walked over to Mikhailis, her gaze meeting his with an intensity that made his smile fade.
"Your highness," she began, her voice lacking its usual teasing tone, "the queen requires your immediate presence."
Elowen called me?
Mikhailis's eyes widened slightly, the atmosphere in the room shifting instantly. He stood up, his playful demeanor replaced by a more serious expression.
"The queen?" he repeated, a hint of concern in his voice.
Serelith nodded, her eyes unwavering.
"Yes. It's urgent."
Mikhailis glanced over at Lira, who was standing by the door, her eyes fixed on him, her face still flushed. He gave her a small smile, nodding in reassurance before turning back to Serelith.
"Lead the way."
He followed Serelith out of the room, his mind racing with possibilities. Whatever it was, if the queen needed him urgently, it couldn't be good.
As he walked through the corridors of the castle, the weight of the situation began to settle over him. The playful banter, the teasing moments—all of it faded away as the reality of his position took hold. He was the prince consort, and Queen Elowen needed him. Whatever was happening, it was his duty to stand by her side.
And he intended to do just that.
<Even as a cheating husband?>
"Shut up already, Rodion. Read the mood,"