Page 30 of Stars in Nova

He stripped off his gear, his thoughts turning to the evening ahead.

As he showered and dressed, his soul jolted in anticipation, then headed downstairs to flag a fly-cab to CyVoda.

He stepped into the restricted area reserved for Samira’s private performance, flooded with expectation and trepidation.

An electric privacy barrier domed the pool, encapsulating them in a bubble of discretion where no other patrons could see or penetrate.

The attendants invited Kisan to the pool, and he did, shedding his robe and slipping into the warm water.

Damn, it was liberating, renewing, and freakin’ refreshing.

When he emerged from the surface, he found Samira at the edge of the lake, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her silver-gold eyes fixed on him.

Once more, his entire soul lurched.

She stepped onto the water, her movements deliberate, and began her dance.

It was unlike anything he’d seen before.

Her control over her element was absolute, rising and falling in perfect harmony with her body.

She moved closer, the spirals of liquid narrowing around them until she was only a few feet away.

Staring at him with those beautiful big eyes.

His heart throbbed again.

Fokk, she was freakin’ alluring.

Raking his eyes over her from head to toe, he raised his chin.

She didn’t react, keeping her gaze on him.

He pushed forward and tread water.

Letting her come to him. Desire churned through him, his entire body pulsing.

With a sigh, she glided closer, the swell of her tits touching his chest.

He gritted his jaw, exerting as much control as possible, throbbing so hard he thought he’d explode.

She wrapped her limbs and encircled him, her hands cradling his head, forehead on his.

Fokk, ‘twas a raw, rare, intimate connection that sent sensations spiraling through his frame.

He shook at the intensity and reciprocated, letting his hands slide around her back to pull her close. She buried her face in his neck, her taut body nestled to his, her soft breath on his cheek.

He grunted as a wave of unadulterated and utter protectiveness came over him.

She pulled back and gave him a gentle smile, and at that moment, Kisan was hooked, blown away.

In seconds she was sucking, twisting, and grinding her body, pressing it to his.

She nibbled his ear, tongued the nape of his neck, and flicked his nipples.

When her light touch eased past his chest, lower to his tummy, past the band of his shorts, and stroked his cock.

He bucked and almost came.

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