Page 52 of Stars in Halo

‘I want to make love to you, Katya. Tonight, I’m ready. Are you?’

He rose and lifted her with him.

His eyes asked a question, and she took a hitched breath. ‘Naam.’

With a mighty swoop of his muscular arms, he picked her up and set her in the bedroom, placing her on the velvet covers.

He jerked his chin at her.

‘Take it all off.’

She raised a brow and did as she was bid.

‘You too,’ she whispered.

As her bejewelled fingers undid the small row of buttons on her chest, he was drawn to the simple gold bracelet on her wrist.

Intrigued by the fall of her dark hair over her cheek and the gems woven around her head like a crown.

Her clothes fell to the floor in a silken puddle, revealing her stunning, lithe body.

She wore nothing underneath except for a thin and long rope of diamonds. It started as a necklace that extended under one entire puffy nipple and breast, falling to her waist, where it separated into a band that encircled her midriff.

It was hot as fokk and designed to drive even the most even-minded man mad.

She, too, sported ink in metallic, slow-moving patterns and swirls reminiscent of her Ccyth heritage.

But the gems embedded in her hairline, face and arms, which now glowed with a warm, enticing fire, tripped his mind. She was heated, ablaze for him.

He sucked in air as she nodded at him. ‘Now, your turn.’

With a smirk, he lifted his hands to tie back his locks into a high bun.

Once they were secure, he swept off his jacket, bent, and shucked his close-fitting trousers.

When he straightened, her eyes flickered with wild abandon over his swirling meta tattoos in vivid gold, black and emerald.

Her eyes fell to his abs, his lower chest and further to his thick, bobbing and long cock and took a step toward him.

Her face was grave, her eyes contemplative.

She wasn’t trying any of the flirting and teasing most females served when they wanted to climb him.

He’d been with many women, but Katya was a level up and beyond.

For a second, his reality shifted, and at that moment, it hit him that she had the power to devastate him to the core.

He tamped down the panic and focused.

On the mole on her cheek, the fullness of her lips, the tips of her nipples that were now brushing his chest.

He hissed, then bent and captured her mouth.

She arched into him, their mouths melding with such furious passion that he gasped into her mouth.

They sucked and tugged at each other while his hand moved to cup her plump left breast.

It was perfect in his hand, and he dragged his mouth from hers to stare down at his fingers plucking on her hardened nub.

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