Page 79 of Stars in Umbra
He knelt to untie her boots slowly, his glowing gaze never leaving hers.
‘You don’t have to -,’ she began, voice shaky.
‘I want to,’ he said, and kissed her bare shin.
Then her knee. Her thigh. Her wrist. Her neck.
He lifted her into his arms.
He carried her down the corridor, past luminous artworks and soft-lit shelves, to the sanctuary of his room and laid her down like she was sacred.
He’d worked her into a lather with his dancing, sensual, dirty talk and foreplay, so that she was putty in his hands.
He turned out to be a master of sex play, giving her an oil massage, before he drove her into ecstasy with his pounding hips.
It was the perfect mix of provocative and aggressive.
He was feral for her and demonstrated it in every way.
He was also hella attentive, understood exactly where to stroke, when to move faster, and when to slow it down.
His ability in the bedroom was godlike.
He was gentle yet dominating, always grasping what to say.
He touched her with adoration, kissed and gazed at her with reverence.
He made her cum so hard she wept from the pleasure of such considerate lovemaking.
Rina was so enamored by his touch, heat, and the sensual, beautiful act that she let go, until only her soft moans and fervent, pitched cries remained.
15
An Involuntary Incursion
MOLAN
Mo lay still, limbs tangled with Rina’s, her skin warm against his as the last waves of pleasure faded into a quieter, deeper afterglow.
Her hand trailed over his chest as he pressed a kiss to her hairline.
Somewhere in the hush between breaths, he murmured, ‘I never asked, how was your day,mi kaya?’
She sighed, the sound half-wistful, part-weary. ‘That was hours ago. Still, it sucked. I spent it chasing shadows. There was an assassination in Alloria. Vesk Tyran is dead.’
He shifted, turning toward her. ‘The rebel leader?’
She nodded with a sigh. ‘Naam. A sniper shot him in his forest hideout. Kainan has given me a strict deadline to find out who took the job and who authorized the hit. Maybe you can help.’
She reached across the bed and knifed to a sitting position.
Grabbing her commtab from the nightstand, she swiped its screen.
‘I wanted Mirage’s assistance in identifying them, but she’s up to her circuits managing her shit, so I used SableNet. My team found something.’
She pulled up a grainy satellite feed, static-laced, with a jittery vision as it captured a figure sprinting through the Allorian canopy.
It was distant, blurred, and indistinct, a fuzzy silhouette.
