The spaceport of Kaelarion Prime buzzed with life, a sprawling metallic expanse of glowing platforms and bustling docks. Ships of every size and design soared in and out, leaving trails of neon blue exhaust against the glittering night skyline. Below, the city stretched endlessly, its skyscrapers pierced by pulsing transport tubes that ferried millions of citizens through the air like streams of light. The view alone was worth the exorbitant price of the luxury suite Kael had booked, perched high above the chaos like a king surveying his kingdom.
Inside the suite, every detail screamed opulence. The walls shimmered with a faint golden glow, imbued with the rare minerals mined from Kaelarion's moons. A sprawling glass wall offered a panoramic view of the city below, while plush furniture and holographic art displays filled the space. The bed, enormous and draped in crimson silk, commanded the center of the room, its surface rumpled with the evidence of a night spent indulging in excess.
Kael leaned back against the headboard, bare-chested and exuding his usual swagger. His dark hair was tousled, his lips curling into a cocky smirk as he watched Lyra, sprawled beneath him, catching her breath. Her raven-black hair fanned out on the silk sheets, her skin flushed with exertion. She looked both stunning and utterly undone, and the sight only fed Kael’s ego.
"You can’t keep up, huh?" he teased, brushing a finger along her jawline as she shivered beneath his touch. "Didn’t think the great Lyra Valenn would ever beg."
She glared up at him, though the fire in her eyes was softened by the way her body arched toward his, silently asking for more. “You’re insufferable,” she panted, her voice a mix of irritation and longing.
“And yet, here you are,” Kael murmured, leaning down to press his lips to her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark. Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a low moan, one that echoed off the high ceilings of the suite.
Lyra clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he pinned her wrists above her head with ease. "Say it," he demanded, his tone playful but commanding. "Say you want me."
Her lips parted, her defiance wavering as his weight pressed her deeper into the silk. She hated giving him the satisfaction, but the way his touch ignited her senses made resistance futile. “Kael…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I want you.”
His grin widened, triumphant. "That’s what I thought," he said, his voice low and teasing. He moved against her with deliberate precision, savoring every gasp, every cry that slipped from her lips. Her screams filled the room, mingling with the hum of the distant city outside, a symphony of pleasure and power that underscored Kael’s charmed existence.
To Kael, moments like these were proof of his invincibility. Women like Lyra—a smuggler as dangerous as she was beautiful—weren’t meant to be conquered, yet here she was, falling apart beneath him. His life was a game, one he always seemed to win. Luck, skill, charm—it didn’t matter what people called it. Kael Durnan was untouchable.
Or so he thought.
Kael’s grip on Lyra’s hips tightened as he drove into her, each thrust deep and commanding, his strength pinning her effortlessly beneath him. Her cries echoed through the room, rising in pitch with every powerful stroke that sent her writhing against the silk sheets. Her fingers dug into the headboard, knuckles white, as her back arched high off the bed.
“Kael! Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her voice breaking into desperate gasps. “I’m so close! Don’t stop!”
Her words sent a jolt of satisfaction through him, a primal thrill that only fueled his pace. He smirked down at her, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin as he watched her body tremble. She was unraveling, her usual sharp tongue and unshakable demeanor shattered, leaving her exposed and at his mercy.
“You think I’m stopping now?” he growled, his voice rough and teasing, yet dripping with control. “Not until I feel you come apart for me.”
With a quick motion, he gripped her hips and lifted her, adjusting her angle as he pulled her down onto him, her thighs trembling around his waist. The change made her cry out sharply, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the headboard as the coil inside her tightened to an unbearable degree.
“Kael!” Lyra cried again, her voice raw with need, her entire body quaking. “I—I can’t… Oh, gods, I’m gonna—”
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice dark and low, each word punctuated by another deep, deliberate thrust. “Come for me, Lyra. Now.”
Her response was a shuddering gasp, her body clenching tighter around him as her cries pitched higher, the dam inside her breaking. She screamed his name, the sound ragged and wild, as her climax crashed over her like a wave, leaving her quivering and completely undone in his arms.
Kael groaned, his own restraint slipping as he felt her tremble and pulse against him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice softening as he slowed his pace, riding out the storm with her. “You’re so perfect like this. Just like that.”
Her body melted into his as the aftershocks left her trembling, her head falling back onto the pillow, hair splayed out in a dark halo. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, and when she opened her eyes to meet his, they were glassy, half-lidded, but still holding that spark of defiance he found so irresistible.
Kael brushed a strand of hair from her damp forehead, leaning down to press a lazy kiss to her swollen lips. “Told you I don’t lose,” he teased, his smirk returning as she swatted weakly at his chest, a mixture of annoyance and lingering pleasure in her gaze.
“Cocky bastard,” she muttered breathlessly, but there was no real venom in her words—just the echo of satisfaction that left her boneless beneath him.
Kael woke to the soft hum of the city below, light from the rising twin moons casting long streaks across the room. The bed was a tangle of crimson silk and Lyra’s bare form, her skin gleaming faintly in the pale light. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes lingering on her. She lay sprawled across the sheets, her hair a dark, wild mess against the pillow, her body marked with faint traces of their shared passion.
He smiled to himself, savoring the sight. For all her sharp edges and cunning words, Lyra had a softness in these quiet moments that made something stir deep in his chest. He wouldn’t call it love—Kael didn’t let himself dwell on things like that—but if life had dealt him a different hand, maybe he’d have considered a future with her. He imagined the two of them on some remote moon, running a little outpost, far from the chaos of the galaxy.
But that wasn’t the life either of them was made for.
He rose from the bed and padded silently across the room, pulling on a loose pair of pants before grabbing the steaming cup of coffee that had been delivered via room service drone. The air smelled faintly of spice and roasted beans as he sipped it, stepping up to the massive glass wall. Below, the spaceport teemed with activity, ships coming and going like blood cells pumping through the arteries of the galaxy.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” came Lyra’s voice, soft and husky with sleep.
Kael turned slightly, smirking. “Yeah. Lots of money to be made out there.”
He heard her chuckle behind him, a throaty sound that always sent a shiver through him. She rose gracefully, wrapping the sheet loosely around her as she approached. Her arms slid around his torso, and she pressed her lips to the bare skin of his back, her warmth seeping into him.
“Speaking of money…” she murmured, slipping around him to stand in front of him, her face lit by the glow of the city beyond. “I heard on the wire there’s a very lucrative transport job. Needs to be moved tomorrow—very dangerous, and very hush-hush.”
Kael raised a brow, taking another sip of his coffee. “Lucrative, huh?”
“And dangerous,” she confirmed, her smirk sly as she stepped closer, trailing a finger down his chest. “The League’s enforcers will be tearing this spaceport apart to find it.”
Kael chuckled, setting his cup down on the table beside them. “Sounds like the kind of job that could retire a man.”
“Then I better give you a little something so you don’t forget about a girl,” Lyra whispered, her voice dripping with mischief. Her hands slid lower as she sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his with a playful glint.
Kael leaned back slightly, his smirk growing as he met her gaze. “You’ve got my attention,” he said, his voice low and amused, his fingers brushing through her hair as she began her slow, deliberate descent.
Lyra's fingers curled around the waistband of his pants, tugging them down in one smooth motion. Kael smirked, watching her, his confidence unwavering as her lips parted and wrapped around his growing length. The sensation sent a low groan rumbling through him, but he kept his eyes on the window for a moment longer, savoring both the view of the bustling spaceport below and the warmth of her mouth enveloping him.
The contrast was intoxicating—the chaos outside, the danger that always lurked in the shadows of their world, and the control he held in this moment. Kael placed his mug down on the sleek table beside him, his hand naturally weaving into Lyra’s dark hair. Her movements were deliberate, teasing at first, her tongue swirling along him in a way that made his breath hitch.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick as his grip in her hair tightened slightly, guiding her rhythm. She hummed in response, the vibration sending a shiver up his spine.
He leaned back against the glass, his head tipping slightly as he closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself feel the full intensity of her touch. Then he looked down, catching her gaze as she glanced up at him, her lips stretched around him, her eyes glittering with mischief and intent.
“Look at you,” Kael said, his voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You really don’t want me to forget you, do you?”
Lyra didn’t answer—not with words, anyway. Her nails dug lightly into his thighs as she quickened her pace, her head bobbing to match the push and pull of his hands. Each movement was deliberate, her every action calculated to drive him to the edge and make him lose the composure he prided himself on.
Kael groaned again, his hips bucking slightly as the tension built within him. He glanced back out the window for a fleeting moment, the city lights blurred now in his peripheral vision as all his focus centered on her.
“Damn, Lyra,” he hissed, his voice rough as he tugged her hair gently, pulling her closer. “You’re going to make it hard to think about anything else.”
Her lips curved into a smirk even as she continued, her determination never wavering, her tongue and hands working in perfect harmony. Kael’s grip in her hair tightened as his control began to slip, his head tipping back against the glass, eyes fluttering shut.
In that moment, the sprawling city, the dangerous job, the galaxy itself—all of it faded. There was only her, the heat of her mouth, and the satisfaction that he, once again, had the upper hand in this twisted, seductive game they played.
Kael's breath hitched as he felt the tension in his body building to a fever pitch. But instead of letting it take over, he smirked, his hand tightening in Lyra’s hair as he pulled her up to her feet. Her lips parted in surprise, but she didn’t resist, a sly grin curling her mouth as he spun her around and pressed her against the cold glass window.
Her palms splayed out on the surface, her breath fogging the glass as she let out a low, throaty laugh. “You’re insatiable,” she teased, her voice breathless.
“You knew that when you came to me,” Kael shot back, his voice a mix of cocky and commanding. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back toward him, and without hesitation, he slammed his thick cock into her in one powerful stroke.
Lyra gasped, her head falling forward, her moan echoing in the quiet room. “Fuck, Kael!” she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure as he filled her completely.
Kael’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, driving her hips against the glass with each plunge. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, her moans mixing with his grunts as he set a relentless pace.
“Look,” he murmured, his voice a husky growl as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. “Watch the city. Watch the ships come and go while I make you come apart.”
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto the sprawling view of the spaceport below. The ships gleamed under the artificial light, their movements chaotic and purposeful, a constant dance of trade and danger. But her focus was quickly overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure of Kael’s thrusts, the way he stretched and filled her, hitting every spot that made her toes curl.
“Oh, gods,” she moaned, her fingers curling against the glass. “Kael, you’re going to—fuck, I’m—”
“Don’t hold back,” he ordered, his voice rough, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he drove into her with unrelenting force. “Let them hear you.”
Her cries grew louder, unrestrained and raw, her body quaking under his touch. Kael couldn’t help but watch her reflection in the glass, the way her face contorted in ecstasy, her lips parted, her body arching to meet him.
He loved this. The power, the control, the way he could bend her to his will and leave her utterly wrecked. Lyra was cunning, ruthless, dangerous—but here, in his hands, she was his. And he loved fucking her... almost as much as he loved money. Almost.
His rhythm quickened as he felt her start to come undone, her cries growing desperate, her muscles tightening around him. He let out a low groan, his hands sliding up to her waist, pulling her back against him even harder.
“Kael!” she screamed, her body trembling violently as she shattered around him, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave.
He followed her over the edge, his own release tearing through him as he buried himself deep, his hips stuttering against her as he spilled into her. For a moment, they both stilled, their breaths ragged, their bodies pressed together, the glass cool against her flushed skin.
Kael leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re going to ruin me one day, Lyra,” he murmured, his voice a mix of exhaustion and amusement.
She chuckled weakly, turning her head just enough to meet his gaze in the reflection. “Good. Someone needs to keep you in check.”