Malvoria left last, shutting the door with a smug little smile that Lara wanted to hate and couldn't. The room fell quiet after that.
Not truly quiet, because the castle still breathed around them, but quiet enough that Lara could hear the shift of fabric when Sarisa turned toward her on the bed.
And gods, that was dangerous.
Lara was sitting half against the headboard now, one knee bent, the blanket pushed back, her torn shirt discarded somewhere near the chair.
Her pulse had not settled since Malvoria's parting sentence, and the look Sarisa was giving her was making it much, much worse.
Sarisa sat beside her, moon-pale in the low light, hair loose, eyes still carrying the remains of anger and grief and something hotter threaded through both. She looked wrecked and royal and entirely too beautiful for Lara's peace of mind.
For a second they only looked at each other.
Then Sarisa asked, very softly, "Where are those condoms?"
Lara's mouth twitched. "Drawer."
Sarisa glanced toward the bedside table. "Convenient."
Lara let out a low, rough laugh. "I live with Malvoria. You learn to be prepared or you die of embarrassment."
That finally drew a real smile from Sarisa, small but real, and Lara felt it like a hand closing around her throat in the nicest possible way.
Sarisa opened the drawer, found the silver-etched box, and looked back over her shoulder. "Still ridiculous."
"Very."
She turned fully then, one hand resting on the box, the other on Lara's thigh, and the room changed all over again.
Lara reached up and touched the side of Sarisa's face, thumb brushing the place where the queen had struck her earlier. Softer this time. Careful.
"No angry sex," Lara murmured.
Sarisa leaned into her hand, eyes darkening. "Then don't make me angry while we are having sex I want your cock Lara"
Lara didn't answer right away, Sarisa just pressed her lips to the pad of Lara's thumb, teeth grazing lightly before she pulled back, eyes dark and fixed on Lara's.
"I love you," she whispered, voice rough with want, and the words hit Lara like a physical blow, stealing her breath for a beat.
Before Lara could respond, Sarisa moved, shifting onto her knees, one hand cupping Lara's cheek, the other sliding down to rest on her hip, fingers curling into the waistband of her pants.
The heat of Sarisa's touch burned through the fabric, making Lara's skin prickle, her pulse hammering in her ears.
"You're trembling," Sarisa murmured, thumb brushing Lara's lower lip, and Lara realized she was—shaking, just a little, nerves and desire warring in her gut.
"Don't be scared," Sarisa added, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Lara's jaw, then another to her neck, where the skin was warm and sensitive. "I've got you."
Lara let out a shaky breath, her hands coming up to rest on Sarisa's waist, fingers digging gently into the soft fabric of Sarisa nightgown.
"I'm not scared, I'm just can't wait it's been a while " she managed, though her voice cracked, and Sarisa chuckled, low and warm, against her throat.
"Good." Sarisa nipped at the junction of Lara's neck and shoulder, making her gasp, then pulled back, eyes hooded. "Because I want to see you fall apart for me."
With that, Sarisa's hand slid lower, fingers hooking into Lara's pants, tugging them down slowly, inch by inch, until the fabric pooled at her ankles.
Lara lifted her hips to help, her breath catching as Sarisa's hand brushed against her inner thigh, the touch light but purposeful.
When Sarisa's fingers grazed the base of Lara's cock, already hard and leaking precome, Lara let out a low groan, hips bucking involuntarily.
The air in the room seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation, and Lara felt her cock throb with need.
Sarisa's gaze dropped to Lara's erection, and for a moment, she just looked, taking in every vein, every drop of precome glistening at the tip, like she was savoring the sight.
Then, without warning, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the head of Lara's cock, and Lara's hips jerked upward, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
"Oh," Lara breathed, hands fisting in the sheets, and Sarisa smiled, the expression predatory and sweet all at once.
"Easy, love," she purred, tongue darting out to lick a slow path from the base to the tip, making Lara squirm. "We've got all night."
Lara whimpered, her legs spreading slightly, and Sarisa took the invitation, settling between them, her body pressing against Lara's in a line of heat.
The feel of Sarisa's breasts against her chest, the weight of her thighs, made Lara's head spin, and she arched into the contact, needing more.
Sarisa's hand moved again, this time wrapping around Lara's cock, stroking it firmly, and Lara's back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
"Sarisa," she gasped, and Sarisa hummed, the vibration sending shivers down Lara's spine.
"I've got you," Sarisa repeated, her voice thick, and Lara believed her—believed that Sarisa would take her apart piece by piece, rebuild her, and make her whole again.
Because that's what Sarisa did—she took, but she gave back, tenfold.
As Sarisa's hand worked faster, her thumb brushing the slit, Lara's world narrowed to the feel of Sarisa's touch, the sound of her breathing, the taste of her lips when she kissed Lara again, hard and hungry.
And when Sarisa leaned down to take Lara's cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, Lara came undone, screaming Sarisa's name as ropes of come shot into her mouth, leaving her shaking and breathless.
Sarisa swallowed, holding Lara through it, kissing her temple, her cheek, murmuring nonsense until Lara's pulse slowed.
Then, she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face, and Lara reached for her, pulling her into a kiss, tasting herself on Sarisa's lips.
"I love you too," Lara whispered against her mouth, and Sarisa laughed, soft and happy, before diving back in, ready for round two.
After swallowing, Sarisa pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes bright with satisfaction.
"Still want to use that?" she asked, nodding toward the silver-etched box on the bedside table, and Lara nodded, a grin tugging at her lips.
Sarisa reached for the box, opening it with a soft click, and pulled out a foil packet, tearing it open with her teeth in a move that made Lara's cock twitch with interest.
She rolled the condom onto Lara's cock with practiced ease, her fingers gentle yet firm, and when she was done, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Lara's lips, her tongue dipping inside to share the taste of Lara's come.
Lara moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding down to cup Sarisa's ass, pulling her closer. "Fuck," she breathed, breaking the kiss, "I love you so much."
Sarisa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know," she said, then shifted, positioning herself above Lara, guiding Lara's cock to her entrance.
"Now, let's see how many times I can make you scream my name tonight."
And with that, she sank down, enveloping Lara's cock in tight, wet heat, and Lara threw her head back, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she gripped Sarisa's hips, holding on for dear life.
Author note: Do you want part 2 ? It's ready but I don't know if I should post it or just skip it to the next morning.