Page 107 of Stars in Nova

Samira rolled her eyes. ‘You’re both insufferable.’

With that, she left, her footsteps fading down the corridor.

Later, Kisan found her in his quarters. The room was dim, lit by the glow of the control panel along the bulkhead. She sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair, her movements slow and unhurried.

‘You and Sax seem close,’ she said without looking up.

Kisan leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. ‘We’ve been through a lot.’

She glanced at him, her silver and gold eyes curious. ‘Like what?’

He stepped inside, sitting beside her. ‘There was this time in the badlands, years ago. I was tracking a warlord who’d been raiding settlements. I got in over my head and ended up cornered by his men. Sax showed up out of nowhere, guns blazing. Saved my ass. And that was after I’d told him I didn’t need backup.’

Samira smiled. ‘Sounds like him.’

‘He’s the kind of guy who’ll give you hell, but when it matters, he’s front and center,’ Kisan said, his voice softening. ‘I owe him more than I can count.’

Samira set the brush down, turning to face him with a teasing smile. ‘What about me? What do I mean to you?’

Kisan met her gaze, his green eyes glowing in the gloom. ‘Fishing, woman?’

‘Hard.’

His eyes fell for a beat, then rose to meet hers, glowing with intensity. ‘I cherish you more than I know how to say.’

‘Show me.’

She rose and moved with slow, rolling hips.

Standing before him, she straddled him and leaned forward, her lips brushing his in a kiss that deepened as his arms wrapped around her.

The air between them felt charged, every touch igniting a spark that refused to be ignored.

They moved with an urgency that spoke of fear and hope, shedding the barriers they’d built encircling themselves.

For a time, no war nor mission existed—just the quiet intensity of two people finding solace in each other.

Kisan poured all of his energy, his power, his rippling strokes, and his soul into cherishing the woman beneath him, manifesting his surging desire, lust, and addiction for her.

Samira lay under him, body writhing as his tongue licked from her core, lashing her clit, two fingers deep in her pussy.

‘Kralji,’ she moaned. ‘My handsome king, I don’t know how much more I can take.’

He raised his head and smirked, lips wet from her essence. ‘Suck it up, princess.’

‘You’re the one doing the nasty sucking around here,’ she breathed, her head falling back as she ground her groin into his mouth. ‘Damn, I love it.’

Kisan gave her more lapping, more flicking, more devouring of her heated nub.

Samira jolted, her hands clutching the back of his head as she bucked in ecstasy.

Kisan’s cock throbbed and seeped. With a growl, he reached for it to choke it back from the brink of cumming.

Just by tasting, scenting her.

Fokk! She was heaven.

She began to push against his tongue as her rapture drew closer.

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