Page 32 of Stars in Nova

Her utterance shattered the last of his defenses, and he pulled her closer, his lips finding hers again with a renewed intensity.

One hand stroked her tits, thumbed her nipple, the other flicked her clit.

Her hands moved again, gliding over his shoulders, tracing the curve of his neck and tangling in his damp hair.

Tracing his muscles, falling to between their bodies and stroking his thickened shaft.

His head fell back as he groaned.

Fokk, what had he done to deserve her?

At this moment, he almost believed that she saw him—not as the man he was, but as the man he was capable of being.

That was enough.

Kisan’s senses came alive, each nerve ending alight as though she had ignited them with a flaming match.

Hell, he was ready to go for hours like this, tofokkher, to have her gliding over him.

His skin jewels pulsed, sending pleasure all over his body, and he was about to shift inside her when an unusual radiance began to emanate from her, a delicate blue light that pulsed beneath her epidermis.

An alien sensation, cold and serpentine, snaked through his veins without warning.

Her husky intonation glided over his awareness. ‘Please, Kisan, forgive me for what I am about to do. It’s not my intent to hurt you, but I am compelled to take slight advantage of you.’

A Toxic Vortex

The kiss of betrayal was, at times, toxic, sometimes deadly.

Kisan vaguely recalled the quote as he lurched at the invasive flood of a new substance moving fast through his veins.

He tried to pull away, to tear his mouth from hers, but his muscles refused to obey.

She kept kissing him, infusing more ice-cold tendrils that snaked through his bloodstream.

His body stiffened, his instincts roaring in protest.

Kisan’s heart thundered against his rib cage, each beat reverberating through his chest like the pounding of war drums.

His breathing hitched, shallow, and uneven as the toxin’s icy burn spread.

His fingers, which had just grazed the curve of her waist beneath the water, began to tremble, their strength ebbing.

The lake, once a soothing cradle, now constricted around him, its liquid embrace turning to suffocate.

His metanoids faltered, their energy disrupted by the substance now coursing through him.

A searing heat followed the cold, spreading up his spine and making his vision blur at the edges.

Was this his end? Was this how he was to die? Was this penance for his sins?

His knees buckled beneath him, and he sank deeper into the water, the buoyancy doing little to support his now leaden limbs.

She reached for him, holding him above the water line, eyes anxious as she watched him give in toher poison.

His ears rang with a high-pitched whine, drowning out the gentle splashes of the lake. Every sound became muted and distant like the world was retreating into a tunnel.

Kisan’s eyes locked onto Samira’s, searching for something—an explanation, remorse, anything—but all he found within was deep regret.

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