Chaos' Heir-Chapter 1193: Gap

The ship kept floating through space, but no sound disturbed its insides. Even its now-red control desk remained silent, without uttering any beeping noise.

Meanwhile, Liiza sat at the bed's edge in the living quarters, while Khan stood before her, holding her hand. The cold from her palm invaded him, cooling him down and fulfilling him, but also giving birth to superficial and profound urges.

Liiza waited, probing Khan while also inviting him with her entranced expression. The ten-year gap made that moment critical, probably more important than their first time. She couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, but Khan moved as soon as he sensed that feeling.

Khan leaned forward, slowly bending down to approach Liiza's face. He looked at her, his glowing eyes asking for permission, but she just stood there, waiting to see what he would do, checking whether he would come to her.

Thoughts tried to appear in Khan's mind, but immediately broke apart. Nothing else but that magic, hesitant, and critical moment could exist in his brain. He couldn't even attempt to deny what he wanted. His gaze fell toward Liiza's mouth, and he leaned even further forward when her dark-blue lips slightly parted.

Khan didn't do anything abrupt. He slowly leaned forward until his lips met Liiza's. His brain instantly recalled those cold and smooth sensations, which awakened something inside him. Khan felt as if something was drilling through all the heavy burden he had accumulated in the past ten years, connecting his current and past self.

The kiss was short, nothing more than a peck, and Khan went no further. He pulled his head back enough to check Liiza's reaction, only to find her glowing eyes following his retreating lips.

Liiza stared at Khan's mouth for a few seconds before lifting her gaze, looking directly at him. She let go of his hand, raising hers to dig them in his hair. Liiza wrapped her fingers around Khan's nape, and her initial, faint pull was enough to make him dive toward her again.

Khan gave Liiza a proper kiss now, and she kissed him back, gasping at the warmth that spread from her lips. She tightened her grip on his hair while her black fingernails threatened to stab his nape. Liiza pulled him closer and closer, and a smile broadened on her busy mouth when he pushed her, too.

Liiza leaned backward but tilted her head forward when Khan grabbed her sides. She interrupted the kiss, throwing a teasing, knowing look at Khan before putting more strength in her arms, ready to be lifted.

Khan smiled back, slightly lifting Liiza to push her deeper onto the bed. Her long skirt still covered her legs, turning in a hindrance, but Khan eventually kneeled between them, returning to her lips.

Khan's knees were pressing on the long skirt, keeping Liiza stuck in place, but she didn't care. The kiss was the real trap, and she fell into it willingly, resuming leaning backward until her head hit the mattress.

The two abandoned any attempt at self-restraint at that point, rediscovering and adjusting themselves to their long-lost partner. Khan and Liiza had reached that point from different routes, but they both had their trials to face.

Khan had kissed plenty of times in those ten years, and that practice had a specific rhythm and habits, which changed from woman to woman. Yet, he had usually been in charge of that game, but things were different with Liiza.

Liiza had always been more aggressive, bold, and confident than any of Khan's women. She quickly pulled him back into the rhythm he had learned with her, a rhythm his brain recalled.

Meanwhile, Liiza felt surprised at her own drive. It had been a long time since she had truly enjoyed that action and had never found the same complicity she had with Khan. Liiza gradually recalled how she used to kiss, growing bolder and more tempting by the second.

At times, Khan tilted his head to adjust his position, only for Liiza to lift herself from his neck and seal his lips in a kiss again.

Other times, Liiza pressed her forehead against Khan's and pulled his hair, showing a happy smile when seeing him desperate to return to the sensual moment.

It was the couple's first kiss all over again, just ten years in the future. Neither Khan nor Liiza could express how fulfilled and entranced they felt, but that wasn't enough. They both knew it wasn't.

Liiza kept one hand on Khan's hair while the other ran over his naked back, exploring it and occasionally clinging to it, leaving red marks where her fingernails attempted to stab him.

Meanwhile, Khan explored Liiza's torso, trying to find an opening in her beautiful bridal dress. He was no stranger to that practice. Khan was actually quite the master at that, but that alien attire hid its buttons or zippers very well.

The failed attempts were becoming annoying, but Liiza interrupted the passionate kiss before Khan could go crazy, bringing her mouth to his ear and whispering words that caused a similar but more intense reaction.

"Rip it off," Liiza whispered, and Khan didn't hesitate to turn that voice into a lustful gasp by pulling on the first edge he could find.

Khan's strength wasn't something mere clothes could survive, and Liiza was tough, too, so her dress came off in no time, breaking from her back and allowing him to lift it off her. The long skirt tried to keep that torn garment attached to Liiza, but Khan straightened himself on his knees and pulled with his other hand, splitting whatever opposed him in two.

Some rags fell on the bed, but Khan threw everything else behind him, freezing straight when he took a proper look at Liiza. She was still in her bra and underwear, but Khan's face told her how entranced he was.

Liiza bit her lower lip, moving her left leg up and down to caress Khan's thigh, tempting him like she used to do so long ago. She didn't even recall that habit, but there she was, doing that as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Khan simply couldn't resist. He dove back on Liiza, and their remaining clothes grew loose. They ended up naked, ready to go all the way, but Liiza suddenly bit Khan's upper lip, pulling it to interrupt that raging passion.

The gesture brought some clarity in Khan's mind, almost allowing him to think straight, but Liiza had different intentions. She didn't interrupt them because she didn't want to have sex. Her intentions involved a warning.

"Don't you dare to mention condoms," Liiza threatened, releasing Khan's lip and mustering a chilling gaze. "They aren't for married couples to use."