Page 128 of Stars in Umbra
She moved toward him with a natural ease, settling her back against his torso, snuggling into his chest, her breath steady against his skin.
She made slight mewling sounds of content, and he breathed in her unique scent.
Fokkin’ heaven.
‘I’ve got a question.’
He stirred at her soft murmur. ‘Hmmm.’
‘Is Mo your full name?’
He chuckled. ‘It’s an abbreviation of Molan, a shorter form of Molaniades. Which, according to my mother, means ‘servant of the storm’. My complete appellation, however, is Molaniades Arkinolnd Mithandri Iqal.’
‘Quite the mouthful, but I like Molan. It’s lyrical, beautiful, like you are.’
He buried his face in the warmth of her nape. ‘Woman,’ he whispered, his voice raw. ‘Was your heart sent on a mission to heal me?’
She didn’t answer with words either.
She turned in his arms, her body molding against his, and her lips found his with a wild passion that took his breath.
His hands traced the soft curve of her back, the delicate line of her spine, as if mapping the constellations of a new world.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him closer, and a ragged moan escaped her lips as their bodies met.
A delicious heat pooled in his gut, a slow burn that ignited everything in its path.
Her skin, scented with vanilla and tropical fruits, was like silk against his calloused palms.
She whispered his name in an intimate invocation, and the sound reverberated in his bones.
Every touch was a promise, each caress a word in a language they were beginning to learn.
Their love that night was unhurried, earnest, and an act of reverence.
She traced the lines on his chest like she was reading a sacred script, and he gripped her like the world might disappear if he let go.
He lifted her gown and found no barrier to his sensual exploration.
‘Bare for me,mikaya?’
‘So wet for you.’
Moments later, he lost his pajama bottoms and slid into her, slicking into her from behind, lost in bliss.
She moaned and he growled as he cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple, rocking her until they both imploded in feverish ecstasy.
Afterwards, he cradled her close, as she lay deep in sleep.
In his heart of hearts, he hoped that this journey, this mission, would help him reclaim his past and prove he’s worthy of Rina.
For years, he had been battling his insecurities about his humble origins that were now being turned on their head, knowing he was the son of a god.
Now his singular obsession wasn’t just about claiming this woman; it was about rewriting his identity to escape the shame of existing as a ‘nobody.’
Somehow, lying in Rina’s arms helped assuage his worries, and for the first time since he fell from the sky, Mo slept without a care in the world.
RINA
