Page 96 of Stars in Nova

He slid a finger, then two, inside her and moaned at the compact, slick feel of her.

So tight. So wet.

Her sopping center was going to be heaven, and he gave a guttural growl at the thought of that lustrous rippling massaging his thick cock.

He suckled her clit even faster, inserting a third finger into her pussy, stretching her.

She thrashed on the edge of her bliss flight. ‘Kisan!’

With a hip thrust, his fingers slid in deeper.

He curved them to stroke her g-spot, and she convulsed.

Bucking so hard. Giving gasps as her ecstasy exploded all over her.

She tightened her thighs, clamping on his head, and he kept stroking, swirling, suckling.

She fell back to the mattress, undone, trembling, shaking through her limbs.

Kisan rose, chest heaving, eyes locked on her.

Her tresses shimmered like obsidian woven with blue and diamond-white starlight threads, spreading on the bed.

Her skin glowed in a blend of deep bronze and opalescent-like shimmer, the marks of her aquatic heritage.

Her eyes, a startling silver with flecks of sea green, shone as she blinked through the remnants of her orgasm.

Fokk, she was a beauty, Kisan thought.

His eyes lingered on her lower half spread out for him, her tits heaving, one of them in her hand as she pulled at the pearl-like nipple.

As Ankis, he had bedded the system’s most beautiful women, from courtesans to princesses and even one empress.

He’d seduced them in grand king-size beds, in lavish chambers, overlooking the galaxy’s finest sights, from 1000-foot-high waterfalls to the hanging gardens of Sirisian that went on forever.

Yet here, in the humbleness of the tiny quarters, he was more alive, engaged, and connected to a woman than ever before.

Damn, he had to get inside her. Rightfokkin’ now.

Kisan stood and unzipped his jumpsuit, shucking it with growled impatience.

His underwear followed, his hulking cock bobbing out with haste.

Kneeling beside her on the narrow bed, he bent, his torso heaving. His ink swirled and glowing under his skin.

Her hands reached for his chest, stroking his limbs, flicking his nipples, and he hissed.

With his shaft in his grasp, rubbing it against her, her drenched folds.

Loving how her nipple pebbled, he inclined to lave it, his heart burning when she whispered his name.

Fokk, he was primed to undo her even more.

Latching onto her waist with one hand, he guided his shaft inside her.

They both groaned as his cockhead stretched her. He exhaled as he slid in.

Her hands went to his ass, mouth to his nape. ‘Fokkme, Rider, harder.’

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