Evie held Rohmir's gaze as she knelt between his legs, her fingers teasing over the fabric of his pants, feeling the hard, insistent heat beneath. A shiver ran through her as anticipation coiled low in her stomach. She wanted this—wanted to taste him, to unravel him.
His breath hitched when she ran her nails lightly up his thighs, dragging them just hard enough to make him shift beneath her touch. His midnight eyes darkened further, molten with desire, his chest rising and falling with measured restraint. But she didn't want restraint. She wanted him wrecked.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little pet," he murmured, voice thick with hunger.
Evie smirked, fingers dancing up to his belt, slowly undoing it with deliberate precision. "I think I like danger."
His cock strained against the fabric, and when she finally unzipped him, freeing him, her breath caught. He still looked perfect—thick, heavy, pulsing with heat, the tip already slick with need.
She flicked her gaze up at him, reveling in the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers curled against the cushions, fighting the urge to take control. But he wouldn't rush her. Not yet.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his length, slow and teasing, letting him feel the wet heat of her mouth without giving him everything. His thigh muscles tensed beneath her hands. A low growl rumbled from his chest.
"Evie." Her name was both a warning and a plea.
She wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently before taking him deeper, inch by inch, her tongue swirling, her fingers stroking what she couldn't yet fit. His hand buried itself in her hair, not forcing, just trembling with the effort to let her set the pace.
"Fuck," he groaned, head tilting back against the couch.
Encouraged, she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her hands gripping his hips as she found a slow, torturous rhythm. She wanted him undone. Wanted to feel him lose himself completely.
His grip in her hair tightened as he cursed again, his muscles flexing under her hands. "You feel too fucking good." His voice was ragged, his breaths uneven.
She hummed around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk involuntarily. The raw sound that tore from his throat sent heat straight between her legs. She loved this—having power over him in this moment, reducing this immortal, ancient force to nothing but gasping pleasure.
Evie pulled back from him, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction as she licked her lips. Rohmir was wrecked—his chest heaving, his intense eyes dark with hunger, his hands still tangled in her hair as if reluctant to let her go.
But she wasn't done making him suffer.
Slowly, she stood, stepping back just enough to give him a full view. His gaze followed her, hooded, predatory, watching her every move like a starving beast about to pounce.
She smirked, reaching for the silk robe loosely tied around her waist. "Were you thinking of how I'd look in these when you got them for me?" Her voice was low, sultry, teasing as she let the robe slip from her shoulders.
The black lace lingerie clung to her curves, delicate straps teasing over her skin, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. She knew exactly what she was doing—giving him a slow, torturous reveal, savoring the way his fingers twitched, the way his jaw clenched like he was physically restraining himself.
His tongue flicked out over his lips, and the way his gaze devoured her sent a shiver straight through her.
"Evie," he growled, his voice barely human.
She tilted her head, eyes full of challenge. "You like?"
His control snapped.
He surged forward, grabbing her by the hips, dragging her onto the couch beneath him. His hands slid over her thighs, spreading them open as his mouth crashed against hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She gasped into him, but before she could fully recover, he was already moving lower.
His lips trailed over her jaw, down her throat, sharp teeth scraping against her skin. He sucked at the sensitive spot just above her pulse, then lower—over the swell of her breasts, past her ribs, down the smooth plane of her stomach. Every inch he kissed left a scorching imprint, his breath hot against her skin, his fingers already working her panties down her thighs.
She barely had a moment to breathe before he buried himself between her legs.
His tongue flicked out, slow, teasing, tasting. Evie jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her as pleasure surged through her body.
"Rohmir—"
He groaned against her, the vibration sending another shockwave through her as his hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for his mouth. His tongue worked her with devastating precision—long, slow licks that made her toes curl, then sharp flicks that sent her reeling.
Then he sucked.
Evie nearly screamed.
Her back arched, fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her. He was relentless—sucking, licking, kissing her like he was trying to wreck her completely.
"You taste so fucking good." he growled against her, voice thick with desire. He dipped his tongue into her, slow and deep, then dragged it back up, circling, flicking, sucking until she was trembling beneath him.
He pinned her hips down, his grip firm as he fucked her with his tongue, deliberate and devastating, pulling her apart one stroke at a time. She was panting now, her body wound tight, pleasure coiling hotter, sharper, ready to snap—
He felt it. And instead of slowing, he doubled down. "Come for me," he murmured, voice dark and commanding. Then he sealed his lips over her clit and sucked.
She shattered.
A sharp cry tore from her lips as pleasure crashed over her in violent, consuming waves, her body tensing, shaking, her vision going white-hot. Rohmir groaned as he held her through it, dragging every last tremor out of her with slow, torturous strokes of his tongue.
By the time she came down, she was gasping, boneless beneath him.
But he wasn't done.
"Not nearly enough," he murmured, his voice raw as he kneeled over her, undoing the last of his clothes.
She barely had a second to process before he was lining himself up, pushing into her in one slow, devastating stroke.
Her mouth parted in a silent moan as he filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her. Rohmir's head fell forward, his forehead pressing against hers as he let out a shuddering breath.
"Fuck, Evie..."
She clenched around him, and he let out a low, wrecked sound, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pulled back and thrust again, harder.
Her nails raked down his back as he set a brutal rhythm—deep, slow, consuming. Every thrust made her body arch against him, pleasure building again far too quickly.
"Look at me," he commanded, voice thick with dominance.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his, and the way he looked at her—like she was his, like nothing else in the world existed—sent her spiraling.
She came undone again, his name a desperate moan on her lips as she shattered around him.
Rohmir followed seconds later, a deep growl tearing from his throat as he buried himself inside her one last time, his entire body tensing before he finally let go.
For a moment, the world was just ragged breathing and tangled limbs.
Then—
Everything shifted.
The air around them changed in an instant. The warmth of their bodies vanished, replaced by a strange, cool stillness. Evie gasped, blinking rapidly as the world around them was no longer the apartment.
She was standing—fully clothed again—but not in her home.
Rohmir was beside her, stiff, his body tense as his eyes darted around.
The room they were in was dimly lit by flickering torches, the walls made of smooth sandstone covered in hieroglyphs. Heavy silk drapes swayed with the faintest breeze. The scent of burning incense filled the air—rich, exotic, and intoxicating.
And then, the door at the far end opened.
A man entered.
Evie sucked in a sharp breath because it was Rohmir.
Except…not exactly.
His head was shaved, his features somehow sharper, more regal. He was dressed in nothing but a long white shendyt, golden cuffs adorning his wrists. He looked like a king—like a god.
And he was not alone.
A woman followed him in.
She was stunning—bronzed skin, curves draped in sheer linen, dark kohl-lined eyes that gleamed with something dangerous. She moved with the grace of a panther, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she reached for Rohmir.
Evie's stomach twisted as she watched them. The woman pressed herself against him, tilting her chin up as Rohmir—her Rohmir, but not—grasped her by the jaw and kissed her.
It wasn't a sweet kiss. It was possessive. Devouring.
Evie's heart pounded as she watched their bodies move, the woman pushing him toward the silk-draped bed. Her fingers clawed down his chest, and Rohmir responded with equal intensity, lifting her, laying her down as his mouth found her throat—
The vision snapped.
Evie gasped, yanked back into reality.
She was still on the couch, still beneath Rohmir—her Rohmir—who was breathing just as heavily, his obsidian eyes wide, almost wild.
They stared at each other, the weight of what they'd seen pressing down on them both.
"What the hell was that?" Evie whispered.
Rohmir exhaled sharply, jaw clenched. "That," he said darkly, "was a memory."