Page 108 of Stars in Nova

He stretched a hand for her tits and pinched one turgid tip, twisting.

She blew, pelvis grinding on his mouth, arms splayed as she writhed through her orgasm.

Even before she was done, the Rider powered over her heaving limbs and slid inside her.

‘Kaissa,’ he groaned, loving how wet, tight, and hot she was.

How ready she was, how she rippled as she encircled him.

How she purred into his nape, nipped his ear, stroked his ass, her fingers reaching between his thighs, gliding over his swollen balls.

Their stars erupted into a spectacular explosion as Kisan pumped with intense, deep sweeps.

Until he, too, came in a storm of utter bliss, thrusting into her core as his cock blew.

It took a few more pumps before he calmed, the heat flaring with every kiss of her searching lips.

Later, they lay in each other’s arms, his face buried in her nape, marveling at her.

‘You’re incredible. You’re transforming me, woman, into an addict for your love.’

Silence fell as she traced the ink on Kisan’s chest, trailing below to his groin.

‘Think Sax tagged us? I was screaming this time.’

Kisan twisted until his eyes landed on her. ‘This Sable custom ship has the one feature I revere above all else. Its soundproof walls. From what Kage told me, every room on this gunship is quiet as a baby for this very freakin’ reason. The last thing I need if I’m on a long haul with Selene and Kainan is hearing my boss Khan’sroars of ecstasy.’

Samira broke out in laughter. ‘Stop. I don’t want to imagine the Joint Pegasi Galactic Forces Chief lost in coital pleasure with the Prime of Dunia.’

‘You get my drift,’ he growled, lips sliding over hers, hips canting as he slid back into her, taking on the challenge of making her moan even louder.

Spinels and Gemstones

Trivina stretched below them as the Cephei descended, its sleek silhouette gliding through the pale blue haze of Galicia’s atmosphere.

The city was a glittering network of canals and narrow thoroughfares, its architecture a marriage of ancient elegance and cutting-edge design.

Buildings of polished stone and shimmering glass rose from the water’s shore, their surfaces catching the sunlight and throwing it back in fragmented prisms.

Towering spires adorned with intricate carvings jutted into the skyline.

Their facades were marked with glyphs of the Galician language, symbols of the artisan class that dominated the region.

Trivina’s streets pulsed with life.

Merchants called out in rhythmic chants, their stalls laden with fine gemstones and delicate metalwork that reflected the mastery of their craft.

The air thrummed with footfalls on stone bridges, the hum of automated gondolas, and the distant toll of temple bells.

Not less than an hour later, with the magnanimous permission of the Galician space authority, Sax stood at the edge of the landing pad.

His arms crossed his chest as he surveyed the bustling city. ‘Welcome to Trivina,’ he said, his voice dripping with dry amusement. ‘Gemstone capital of the galaxy and home to some of the nastiest Iccythrians you’ll ever meet.’

Kisan adjusted the straps of his gear, his glowing aqua eyes scanning the streets below. ‘Let’s find the shop.’

They moved through Trivina’s labyrinthine alleys, blending into the crowd as they approached Master Sayeret’s jewelry establishment.

It sat in an area surrounded by canal gardens, upscale perfumeries,kahawabars, confectioners, and flower shops of the Kalverstraat. The region had risen from an ancient vegetable market held here centuries ago.

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