Page 82 of Stars in Halo

She had no choice but to wait for Xion to come around of his own volition.

All she could do was take each moment as it came.

Including turning her head to breathe in his essence, his fokkin’ sensuality, because the truth was Xion Sable was under her skin, and her heart jolted, lost to him for eternity.

He sensed her wake in his arms.

He longed to ask a myriad of questions but was too tired to push for answers, too weary for more heartache.

He needed to be on his A-game when he demanded what he wanted from her.

However, he didn’t want to think too far ahead, but keeping her at arm’s length was a torture he was finding more challenging to resist.

So he let himself fall back into the bliss of her essence and slumber.

As the night wore on, Xion drifted in and out of consciousness, floating in a semi-awake state as his metanoids healed.

He slept in short intervals, which he didn’t mind, given that he kept opening his eyes to the most fascinating woman beside him.

Fokk, she was one of a kind.

He couldn’t stop thinking of her, reacting to her every breath, moan, and shift in rest.

Each time Katya stirred, Xion opened one eye and angled it over her.

It was like she and he were wired, connected on an atomic level, for he sensed all her movement and energy, and he liked the feeling.

Revelling in it, the hours passed as his metanoids worked hard, their resurgence rebuilding his torn ligaments and muscle tissue.

Xion was patient, waiting for them to restore him to full strength, knowing he’d need every iota of power he could drain from them soon.

Xion checked his wrist comm and listened for any approaching noises.

There were none.

As dusk fell over the purple and magenta volcanic landscape beyond, he sensed a buzz in his skull.

He sent a test burst to his neural node, and to his surprise, it lit up in his meta-vision.

He was back in business.

He sat up and inspected his wounds.

They were almost all healed.

Fokk yeah.

He angled his head and re-established his neural links, sending a silent greeting.

A response was received, and he added data about his location from his wrist comm and flicked it back.

With reluctance, he unwound himself from the sleeping woman, reached for his provision, drank water from a pouch, and roused Katya.

She stirred like a feline creature.

‘Xion,’ she purred, her eyes soft as they fell on his crouched form beside her.

The husky utterance sent a jolt of raw heat to his cock.

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