NEMESIS: HATE AT FIRST LOVE.

ORION.

"Be gentle with the knife, I wouldn't want those beautiful fingers of yours to get hurt," he whispered over my shoulder, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His left hand wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me close as he used his right hand to guide mine, pointing out the precise cuts he wanted me to make. "Remember, the bell peppers and carrots should be thinly sliced too."

I couldn't help but smile at the unexpected turn of events. When I suggested we have dinner together, I envisioned a quiet night in with takeout or a home delivery from our favorite restaurant. But Harro had other plans. He'd decided to take on the role of chef and instructor, teaching me the art of cooking a mouth-watering stir-fried pasta with shrimp in my penthouse kitchen.

"Keep that up, and let me check on the shrimp," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "And please, be careful with your hands." I chuckled, watching as he darted towards the pot of steaming shrimp, the aroma of savory spices and seafood wafting through the air.

Everything seemed to be going seamlessly so far, a rarity whenever I ventured into cooking. My kitchen, usually a hazard zone whenever I attempted to cook, was filled with the mouth-watering scents of sizzling vegetables and succulent shrimp. Harro's presence had brought a sense of calm and expertise to the cooking process.

He'd declared earlier that he'd be spending the night at my place, citing that he missed too much when we were apart. I didn't mind, even if he hadn't used that as a persuasive tactic. The truth was, I missed him too, and I loved having him around. With his hybrid work schedule, it wouldn't be an issue for him to stay over, and I was grateful for the extra time together.

"Ouch!" I cried out, wincing in pain as a sharp sting pierced my finger. Harro was by my side in an instant, his movements swift and concerned. "Let me see!" he said, gently prying my hand open to inspect the damage. I'd carelessly cut myself while lost in thought.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he washed the blood off my finger, his touch soothing. "Thank God it's not deep," he murmured, before carefully wrapping a band-aid around my finger. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with concern. "Does it hurt badly?" he asked.

I shook my head, and Harro brought my hand to his lips, his kiss a gentle whisper against my skin. "Rest, let me do the rest," he said, patting my lap with a reassuring smile. When I protested, he swiftly silenced me with a kiss. "We're almost done anyway, you can just sit and watch – it won't be long now."

But I refused to back down, determined to contribute. Harro finally relented when I suggested I clean up while he cooked. I smiled triumphantly as he shook his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, before returning his focus to the sizzling pan.

"Be careful with that, and let me know if it hurts," Harro called out, his voice tinged with concern as I scrubbed the kitchen utensils. I chuckled, amused by his overprotectiveness. "I'm fine, just like you said, it's not even a deep cut. It doesn't even hurt," I reassured him.

Harro shot me a skeptical look, his eyes narrowing slightly before he returned his attention to the sizzling pan. The aroma of savory spices and succulent shrimp wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation.

I was sincere about the cut not hurting; at most, it was equivalent to a minor paper cut. I'd accumulated my fair share of those during my solo cooking adventures, but Harro's protectiveness touched my heart. It was endearing to see him care so deeply about my well-being, even over a tiny nick.

To his words, dinner was ready soon enough and we sat side by side on the kitchen island, the savory aroma of vegetable stir-fried pasta with shrimp wafted up, teasing our senses. I thanked Harro for cooking us dinner, and we began eating. The first bite was absolute bliss, and I couldn't help but moan in delight.

Harro's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched me savor the dish. "Careful," he teased, his voice low and husky. "You're making me jealous of the food." I laughed, feeling a flutter in my chest.

"You can't possibly be jealous of the food you made yourself," I replied, still chuckling. Harro's expression turned playful, and he looked at me as if I didn't know him at all. "You have no idea," he whispered, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Before I could respond, he pulled me in for a deep, sensual kiss and I moaned into his mouth. "I'm the only one allowed to make you moan," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. A flush rose to my cheeks, and I looked away, feeling a rush of excitement.

Harro's satisfied chuckle sent shivers down my spine. He was going to be the death of me with words like that – words that left me breathless and yearning for more.

"Say ahhh!" Harro whispered, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he held a fork filled with food in front of my lips. I couldn't resist his charming smile, and I parted my lips, allowing him to feed me. He watched me chew, his gaze filled with affection.

"You should eat too," I reminded him, gesturing to the food. But instead, he pouted, clearly enjoying the role of feeder. I relented, and he smiled triumphantly, feeding me another bite. I didn't mind; seeing him happy was all that mattered.

After finishing dinner, we retreated to my bedroom, where we bathed together before settling onto the bed. Harro positioned himself between my legs, his left hand wrapped around my wrists to hold them above my head. His eyes locked onto mine, and he whispered, "Open your mouth." I complied, and his thumb slipped inside, "Suck it" he demanded and I did, then his tongue followed. He kissed me hungrily, his lips devouring mine.

When he was done with my mouth, he took his thumb out as his tongue danced across my chin and down my neck, I moaned, my body arching into his touch. Harro's kisses left a trail of fire, igniting a passion within me that only he could satiate. The sensations he was evoking were exquisite, sending shivers down my spine, but my curiosity got the better of me. "What exactly are you doing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Harro's smirk was devastatingly handsome, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. "I'm marking what's mine," he whispered back, his voice low and husky.

"Every. Inch. Of. You. Belongs. To. Me." He punctuated each word looking into my eyes as he added, "You're mine, only mine."

I chuckled, amused by his caveman-like declaration, but deep down, I loved the way he claimed me as his own. He was waiting for my confirmation, his eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't resist giving him what he wanted.

"I'm yours, only yours!" I assured him, my voice filled with conviction.

Harro's smirk transformed into a satisfied smile, and he released my hands, only to cup my face in his. His lips claimed mine once more, and I felt myself melting into his kiss, our passion reigniting like a wildfire.

"You taste incredible," Harro whispered, his sigh dissolving into my mouth as he gazed at me with smoldering intensity. "I fucking love kissing you."

I returned his kiss, our lips moving in perfect harmony. "I love kissing you too," I whispered back, feeling his smile as he pressed his forehead against mine. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, time stood still.Then, our lips crashed into each other again, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As Harro's grinding motion sent shivers down my spine, my eyes drifted shut, overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Open your eyes," Harro whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to see what only I can do to you through your eyes." My cock hardened at his words, and I gazed into his eyes, filled with pure, unadulterated desire.

"You like that, don't you?" Harro asked, his eyes burning with intensity as his grinding intensified. I nodded, my gulp audible, and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. Goodness fucking hell, I thought, relishing the feeling. Harro's sensual voice whispered, "Make love to me, I need you now." I obeyed, flipping him over and hovering above him on the bed. I quickly shed our pants, and before I could position myself, Harro dragged me back to him, his impatience palpable.

"I love being inside of you," I whispered, my breath tickling his earlobe as I gently nibbled on it. His warmth enveloped me, a sensual embrace that ignited a deep passion within me. Our fingers intertwined above his head, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as pure bliss coursed through my veins, fueling my desire to move faster, to lose myself in the depths of his inside.

"Kiss me!" he commanded, his voice low and husky. I obeyed, my lips crashing into his as I whispered, "Move with me." Our hips synchronized, moving in perfect harmony as a deep wave of pleasure washed over us. We both moaned, our passion intensifying. We got tasted after our return to Alderan to ensure we were both safe, so now we have no need for protection during sex, which is amazing because I reveled in the raw, unbridled sensation of being inside of him.

As our movement quickened, I looked into his eyes seeing my reflection in them as I felt my release close. "You're so beautiful" I said kissing him deeply and we both growl with urgency and need as our hips moved in sync. "I love you so much!" I confessed feeling my seed pouring into him, I held him tighter, our bodies trembling with pure ecstasy. And, I rolled off him into the bed after a while as we laid side by side staring into each other's eyes with affection. Gosh, I fucking love him!

He lay there, radiant and freshly fucked, and I couldn't help but smile, knowing I'd brought him to this state. "Don't move," I whispered, gently placing my hand on his chest as he attempted to shift positions. "I'll be right back," I reassured him before rising from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

I returned with warm water and a soft washcloth, carefully cleansing his skin and removing any remnants of my seed on him. I knew he didn't want to stand, so I tended to him with gentle care. Once finished, I slid back into bed beside him, wrapping my arms around his warm naked body as I pulled him on top of me, loving how his fits perfectly into mine.

"Goodnight my love." I whispered into his ears, kissing his head softly as we both drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber.