Page 157 of Stars in Umbra
They never made it to the gunship’s quarters.
The divan of the corvette became their crucible.
The universe beyond the hull ceased to matter, eclipsed by the press of skin to skin, the rush of heated breath, the rasp of whispered names.
His hands charted her with reverence and hunger.
Lingering over the swell of her hips, the delicate hollow of her collarbone, the quickened beat of her pulse.
She gasped when his lips found the line of her throat, her head tipping back, a soft sigh escaping that only drew his mouth lower.
She answered with her own worship, her fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle across his chest.
Down his abdomen, skimming the taut edges of his body till he shuddered beneath her touch.
‘Fokk,mi kaya,’ he breathed against her skin, the words half a groan, part vow as his cock scorched her, stroking and thrusting until her thighs shook.
Every kiss was a descent, each one dragging them deeper into a fire that roared hotter than dying stars.
Their whispers tangled, his timbre rough with need, hers trembling with equal parts desire and wonder. ‘You’re mine,’ he murmured into her mouth, his kiss sealing her gasp as her pussy clutched him tighter.
He was a storm of sensation, a bulwark of strength and yearning made flesh.
She anchored herself in him, her cries muffled by his skin as his arms locked her closer, as though the act itself could fuse them into one.
‘Make me feel,’ she whispered.
He stroked inside her, bottoming out. ‘Deep enough for you?’ he taunted her as she muffled a scream.
The world fell away, dissolved into sighs, into the cadence of moans rising and breaking like surf, into the slick heat of passion that blurred all boundaries of self.
Their bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time, primal and consuming.
‘Say it,’ he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers.
‘I adore you,’ she gasped, the words spilling raw and unguarded, answered by his broken whisper, ‘now and forever, honey.’
‘Fokk, you are everything, woman.’
In that cradle of passion, they ceased to be two separate beings.
They were a single, pulsing entity, light and darkness braided, fire and ice entwined, breathing as one, burning as one, lost in incandescent passion.
Afterward, as the ship descended toward the shimmering surface of Dunia, they lay silent, wrapped in a comfortable cocoon of shared intimacy.
They had a mission to fulfill, a war to win, but for this brief moment, the world and its demands were a distant reality.
Her eyes flicked to the view outside the gunship. The landscape of her home planet unfolded below, a tapestry of green and gold.
Her parents’ farm, a speck in the vast expanse, was their destination.
There, they would wait for Kainan’s command, for the next phase of their plan to unfold.
She turned to face her man, studying Mo’s face, illuminated by the glow of the ship’s control panel, still in awe that he was her lover.
He was a sculpted, chiseled demi-god, yet a man of contrasts.
A soldier of the void who found his solace in her arms, a ruthless warrior who kept giving her a new lease on quiet peace.
