Page 105 of Stars in Halo

They shed all emotional barriers, unveiling each other’s raw vulnerability and unbridled lust.

Xion’s caress set Katya’s skin ablaze, igniting a fire within her just by the heat of his embrace.

As he claimed her with a ferocity that left them breathless, Katya surrendered to the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her.

Their bodies moved in a primal rhythm, an unspoken language of longing and release. Every touch, kiss, and whispered plea spoke volumes of their shared connection until they both combusted and rode the wave of bliss to an all-new high.

‘That was intense,’ she murmured many moments later, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.

He kissed her, savouring her. He stroked her hair, letting the weight of her body rest on his, allowing their hearts to find a rhythm together.

‘Nada, you’re intense,’ he growled.

‘I think we know who that description belongs to between the both of us,’ she countered.

He huffed and buried his neck in her shoulder.

‘You’re quite the lover,’ she said. ‘Where did you learn how to piston like that, you freakin’ pleasure machine?’

He pulled back, biting his lip, eyes dancing.

‘Are we going there?’ he rasped. ‘Because it’s a fokkin’ long story.’

‘Maybe not right now,’ she murmured, hands tracing his thigh. ‘Perhaps some food?’

‘Oh fokk,’ he groaned. ‘I haven’t fed you. What kind of piss-poor host am I?’

She laughed as he rose from the divan and tracked to the stairs.

‘Kodan, you’re prepping our meal, naked?’ she called after him.

‘You know you love it,’ he grunted.

She did. The sight of his muscled butt headed to the lower level was enough to entice her from the bed.

Wrapping the blanket around her, she followed.

In the galley, Xion was a site to behold.

He wore only an apron, working in the mess, which was generous for a ship this size.

The open space also featured a small lounge, dining table and chairs for five.

‘Welcome to my chef à domicile,’ he rasped. ‘May I interest you in a cheese omelette, herbed sausages, crusty, buttery bread, a wild leaf salad and a glass of wine?’

Katya laughed, unable to contain her amusement at the sight. ‘Sounds delicious, but I’m still on the fence about the nude cooking.’

Xion smirked, sliding her a chair. He motioned for her to sit, reaching in between the folds of the blanket to cup her breast and tweak her nipple.

She shivered with delight and moaned, leaning into him.

His lips turned up, and he kissed her. ‘See, woman, no fences round here, just plain loving. Now, sit.’

His tone was teasing, his eyes never leaving hers.

Katya shuddered, the memory of their lovemaking still fresh in her mind. ‘I surrender. I’m now over the fence, and I also sense whatever you prepare will be delicious,’ she said, complying with his request and finding a chair.

Xion hummed, a satisfied grin playing on his mouth. He cracked open the eggs, breaking the yolk with a deft hand.

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