Page 27 of Stars in Nova

He raised a brow and asked a question.

She met his gaze, took an inhale, and nodded.

He bent his head, brushing his lips on hers with aching tenderness.

The kiss deepened by degrees.

He growled, savoring her warmth, the mild salt of the water still lingering on her mouth.

She responded in kind, her hands sliding up to thread through his hair, tugging down on him as her body pushed on his.

The world fell away. Her scent, fresh and earthy with a hint of citrus, surrounded him, filling his senses.

His cock thickened and hardened, a column of scorching heat between them.

She didn’t shy away from his desire.

Instead, she clung tighter, grinding her hips over his groin, the sliver of material doing nothing to hide his burgeoning desire.

He groaned as her fingers wove through his dark tresses, pulling him tighter, her nails grazing his scalp and sending shivers down his spine.

His hands slid over her face, spine, and hips before gripping her waist, his thumbs brushing the bare skin beneath her top.

Their kiss grew more fervent, breaths mingling, hearts racing.

The luminescence of the corridor appeared distant, but Kisan didn’t require light to feel the fire coursing between them.

His lips left hers only to trail down her jaw, pressing against the pulse at her throat, before he dragged himself away, gasping.

‘Samira,’ he murmured, his voice thick, almost guttural.

He said nothing else, the growl of her name alone betraying the extent of his desire, frustration, reverence, and the unspoken fears lingering in the spaces separating them.

She gazed up at him, her breathing uneven, her mouth swollen from their kiss. Her fingers remained in his hair for a moment longer. Then she let them fall, her fingers grazing his chest.

‘I have to get to work,’ she whispered, though her words sounded more like an apology than a statement.

Kisan’s jaw clenched as he searched her face, his hands slipping from her waist with reluctance.

His heart pounded as she stepped back.

She gave him a small, almost shy smile before turning and walking away, hips swaying, her scant covering clinging to her undulating curves.

The soft patter of her footsteps faded, leaving him alone in the shadowed alcove. He leaned against the wall, his head tipping back as he exhaled.

His chest tightened, his pulse thrumming almost in agony in his ears.

Kisan fought the urge to race after her, his hands crossed over his heaving chest.

Even so, he stayed rooted, his heart aching as she disappeared around the curve of the corridor.

For the first time in years, despite the throbbing of his cock, he felt something close to lightness.

A Judas Kiss

He was being seduced, no doubt.

The question was, would he fall for it?

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