Page 55 of Stars in Halo

He tamped down the inexplicable relief and rose from the bed. ‘Hungry?’ he murmured.

‘Starved.’

‘Let’s call for room service.’

Intimacy with a Femme Fatale

He woke her before dawn with a sensual stroke of her ass, moulding it, massaging it, waking her with caress.

She sighed when a long, thick finger slid between the folds of her pussy, and she parted herself for him.

He stroked with languorous patience, driving her wild.

Her head turned, and their lips met in a passionate kiss that ignited her even more.

She dripped over his fingers, her own reaching for his throbbing cock.

She fondled and pulled while he manipulated and rubbed.

It was so sensual that she was soon pistoning her hips off the bed, thighs open, mouth panting, begging, keening for him.

His laugh was a rumble as he twisted his pelvis away when she tried to impale herself on him.

‘Kodan, please,’ she begged.

After a few more moments of sweet torture, and with his lips tugging on a nipple, he thrust into her, sending both of them into soul-shattering bliss.

They plunged back into sleep’s embrace, kissing and stroking each other, neither wanting to let go.

She woke with a smile and a catlike stretch of her limbs.

Eyes still closed, she savoured the warm kiss of light on her face and the spice-soaked scent of roasted kahawa.

She caught the clink of a cup and resisted wakefulness.

Then, a voice, deep and tectonic. ‘Katya. Drink.’

Her eyes flung open.

She searched the room until her gaze landed on the hulking silhouette moving like a meko panther through it.

He hadn’t been a dream.

He’d made all her fantasies come true, she thought as she drowned in the beautiful mocha green eyes that gazed with intensity at her.

Their eyes met, clashed, locked.

She sat up in bed and reached for the steaming cup on the bedside panel.

She drank.

‘Good morning,’ he rumbled.

‘To you too. Sleep well?’

‘Like a baby, after we unlocked a new level of intimacy,’ Xion drawled.

She leaned forward, sipping her kahawa, gazing with intent at him. ‘You’re after intimacy, Sable?’

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