I don't own these characters, I don't own the Star Trek's universe: I only own my sick fantasies...for now. Not beta-ed, and I apologize in advance for any mistake you will find, since English is not my first language.
Mini one-shot. Because I need to update my Khanolly stories, and I need to get the hang of it.
He can literally feel her trembling. Her heartbeat is so violent, he fears she will faint the moment she will allow herself to succumb the passion...because he can clearly see her struggling to rein her primal instincts in, to deny herself the pleasure she knows he will surely been able to give her.
He's mysterious, and dangerous, and in the curves of his lips, in the flame behind his icy eyes, lies the promise of a vicious desire.
He takes a step, and with only his fingertip he brushes a drop of sweat just above her upper lip. He spreads it upon his mouth, and with the tip of his tongue he makes it disappear. His sigh of appreciation makes her quiver, and subconsciously she closes her eyes, missing his smug grin.
"Oh, what a sweet torture will be, the corruption of Molly Hooper", his Khan's last thought, before he anchors her petite body to his firm one, and captures her shuddering, lustful breath.
Just a bit of training, right?