Page 66 of Stars in Umbra
His limbs straddled hers, keeping her warm, as he stroked and kissed her.
His voice soothed her in a rumbling whisper until she slid into the utmost perfect sleep she’d had in years.
The following morning, as the first rays of dawn stretched across Eden II, Mo woke her with an unhurried, molten kiss that was equally tender and demanding.
He moved over her with a primal intensity, in a dance of bodies that explored every conceivable position.
He shifted them from slow, languid movements, leisurely and spectacular, to a fast, driven rhythm that left them breathless.
It was the most profound passion Rina had ever experienced, and she met his desire with her own, climaxing so hard that stars seemed to explode behind her eyelids.
He was so in tune with his sexuality, everything he said and did was sofokkin’ sexy.
Mo was dominant in bed; he knew what he wanted and had the strength to throw her around like a paper doll, his massive musculature able to move with lightning speed, handling her fit body with ease.
In between teasing and edging her, he took breaks before he went back to driving her wild until they were both shattered.
Later, Rina woke from her post coital haze to the scent of buttery deliciousness.
Mo entered the bedroom carrying a tray, wearing nothing but sweatpants, and laden with food and two steaming mugs.
On a platter sat a small feast: a bowl of fresh, sweet berries, and a platter of fluffy, golden-brown pancakes drizzled with a rich, golden syrup.
The cups held a fragrant, dark-roast, heated beverage.
‘Is this promisedkahawaafter sex session?’ she teased, taking her cup and inhaling the aroma with pleasure.
His eyes gleamed. ‘Fokkyeah, just how I like it.’
He set the salver in front of them, and they spent the next hour savoring the meal.
She loved how he fed her, like he had the night before, slipping crepes and fruits on a fork into her lips.
‘You’re a teddy bear masquerading as a lion, Molan, I’ve worked you out.’
‘Took you long enough to figure it out,’ he growled, kissing her nape.
She returned the favor, loving how his eyes lit up when she fed him.
In between bites and kisses, a comfortable silence settled over the room.
She was in one of his tees that he lent her, her limbs all over him.
He made her feel seen and cared for in a way no one ever had.
His humor was gentle, and his open-mindedness was a refreshing balm to her often-guarded perspective.
He listened to her speak of her past, her fears, and her hopes with a quiet intensity, never judging, always understanding.
Every laugh, each shared glance, and touch was like a piece of a puzzle fitting into a place she had missed in her life.
A sigh escaped her lips as he cut up a berry for her, her heart clenching with an overwhelming mix of desire and dread.
The attraction she had for him was unlike anything she had experienced before.
It was a fierce, all-consuming fire that threatened to burn away all the internal barriers to her soul.
She realized, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that Mo was not just another man.
