Page 26 of Stars in Nova

‘If you want to see more of me, book me,’ she murmured. ‘Raza allows private shows if a patron asks for it.’

‘Does he now?’ Kisan drawled.

She inclined her head. ‘He does.’

He narrowed his eyes on her, his soul lurching, his cock hardening under the water. ‘I’ll think about it.’

‘You do that.’

With a final glance, she swirled her hand, sending one last ripple toward him before floating away.

She rose at the water’s edge, revealing her sinuous body clad in a shimmering suit.

Droplets fell off her limbs as she strolled away.

Kisan’s gaze lingered on her, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar sensation mingling with the memory of her laughter.

With a suck of his teeth, he headed for the bank, pulled himself from the lake, and prowled after her.

The luminescent corridors of CyVoda glowed with soft, ethereal light, casting shifting patterns on the smooth, dark walls.

Samira’s bare feet made no sound, her silhouette vanishing beyond the curve of the passageway.

Kisan’s heart pounded with need, heating him.

The coolness of the pool still clung to his skin, but inside, he burned.

‘Samira,’ he called after the disappearing woman, his voice burred and hoarse with his desired intent.

He quickened his steps, the quiet echo of his unshod soles betraying his urgency.

She slowed but didn’t rotate, her profile catching the subtle blue luminosity.

‘Slow down,’ he growled. ‘Turn around.’

She hesitated, her head tilting as if weighing his command.

With an inhale that he tagged, she turned.

Her dark eyes met his, open and unguarded, a question lingering in their depths.

Kisan’s breath hitched, his resolve hardening even as his chest tightened.

In three long strides, he was before her.

The light from the corridor played over her face, illuminating her damp skin and the gentle curve of her lips.

He didn’t speak, didn’t explain. Instead, his hands rose, massive and warm, framing her face with a gentleness that belied the storm within him.

He slid his caress to her shoulders and pulled her into a nearby alcove, the world narrowing to just the two of them.

The space was shadowed and intimate, a dim illumination diffusing its edges.

Kisan’s green eyes bore into hers, his gaze searching, reverent as if memorizing every detail of her face.

The contour of her cheek, the arch of her brows, the way her breath hitched under his scrutiny—it all unraveled him.

For a long moment, he did nothing, just stared at her as though grounding himself, his thumbs stroking her cheek.

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