Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 28: Heat And Skin.

Lord Maximus reigned in his brooding, luxury-laden sanctum, bathed in the faint, golden light of dawn. The soft light warmed his face as he sat, lost in meditation, a furrow creasing his brow. Solitude, a potent fusion of power and resolve.

Metal shelves held glass-encased tablets glowing softly, and towering holographic displays projected an aura of modernity and power. The room, a curious blend of the old and new, held the soothing aroma of sandalwood incense mingling with the subtle scent of aged paper from cyber archives.

The rhythmic hum of the air conditioner was occasionally broken by the crackle of a virtual fireplace on the screen. A digital sculpture of a raven sat atop a holographic display, its LED eyes watchful and intelligent.

The insistent pounding at the sleek metal door shattered the contemplative calm within. Maximus released his clenched fist, the weight of his titanium ring heavy against his palm.

Rising with effortless poise, a surge of anticipation coursed through him, his eyes flashing with an almost primal energy. He strode towards the door, the sleek tiles whispering beneath his feet.

The door hissed open, framing Dr. Martini in stark light. A gasp escaped her lips, heat radiating off her form as cool air clung desperately. Their eyes met, a silent challenge crackling in the sterile hum.

Her black dress hugged her curves, betraying the frantic rise and fall of her chest. Cool eyes, now searing, met his in a silent dare that his body readily accepted. The sterile hum seemed to amplify the ragged rhythm of their breaths. Her lips, usually a firm line, were now a picture of barely contained desire, a breath away from a kiss he could practically taste.

The door slammed shut behind him with a sharp punctuation mark in the charged silence.

The air crackled with unspoken promises, and the warmth of her body was a stark contrast to the cool air. He couldn't take his eyes off her breathtaking beauty.

"Good morning, my Lord," her soft voice floated down the corridor, breaking the stillness. "I came to check your vitals."

"There's nothing wrong with me, Martini. You may go," Lord Maximus declared, his eyes lingering a beat too long on the suggestive way the fabric clung to her curves. Lust flickered in his gaze, quickly masked by a cunning smile as he licked his lips.

Dr. Martini responded with a knowing smile, her voice a gentle caress. "The temperature is quite cold, and our journey was rather stressful. It seems even meditation couldn't quite lull you to sleep, judging by your tired eyes."

A frown creased Lord Maximus's brow. He cleared his throat, the sound rough. "No, I'm alright. Perhaps you should—" The words died on his lips as his gaze snagged on the swell of her breasts, sending a jolt through him.

Heat flared beneath his collar. He fought to control his racing pulse, a nervous hand rising to stroke his chin. When their eyes met, a tension gripped the atmosphere, like a storm brewing in the quiet moment.

Without a word, he closed the distance between them in one swift stride. The space between their bodies seemed to shrink until there was nothing but the heat radiating from each other. Then, their lips met in a spark that ignited the longing passion between them.

Martini gasped, startled by the sudden contact, but then a wave of warmth washed over her, melting her initial surprise. His fingertips danced along the small of her back, sending shivers erupting down her spine as their bodies pressed together in a perfect fit.

His scent, a mixture of musk and something foreign but intriguing, filled her senses, a delicious intoxication that clouded her mind.

The steady thud of his heart against her chest echoed in her own ears, a frantic counterpoint to the slow burn igniting within her. As he deepened the kiss, exploring the depths of her mouth, a delicious mix of pleasure and danger danced on her tongue.

They spun, his calloused fingers branding her face with a searing possessiveness. A tremor ran through him as her eyes met his, a silent plea that ignited a fire in his gut. "Martini," he rasped, his voice a husky caress against her ear.

He threw the door open with a force that sent a tremor through the room, pulling her inside with a grip that spoke volumes of pent-up desire.

Their lips met in a desperate clash, a battle for dominance where victory meant surrender. He devoured her with a kiss, his tongue a predator exploring her every crevice, leaving a trail of molten heat in its wake.

His hands, rough and powerful, roamed her body with a ruthless urgency, each touch provoking a spark that threatened to consume them both.

Rain lashed the windowpane, a rhythmic counterpoint to the wild thrumming of her heart. The door slammed shut with a resounding boom, the lock clicking like a gunshot.

His touch, searing against her cool skin, traced a scorching path along the curve of her dress. It lingered, a tantalizing tease of heat at the hem, before igniting a wildfire as it skimmed  the bare skin of her thigh, revealing her tattoo.

A choked moan escaped her lips, a sound both surrender and desperation. His touch incited her, sending a scorching wave across her skin that left her breathless, her senses raw and tingling. The scent of citrus cologne and something arousing and intoxicating, filled his senses.

He didn't hesitate, pulling her flush against him, his heat branding hers. 'I...' she faltered, their lips meeting in a fiery collision, a desperate dance of tongues that stole her breath and sent shivers spiraling down her spine.

His hands, bold and sure, dipped beneath her underwears, evoking a twitch that threatened to shatter her control. His fingertips grazed the peak of her breast, a whispered promise that sent a delicious ache through her core.

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