Page 86 of Stars in Umbra
They were a penetrating, dark hazel lit with a dangerous mix of mischief and wit.
Fokk, she stole the breath from his lungs.
The fact that this extraordinary woman was his lover was a reality that still astounded him.
Now, in his arms, she arched her back, her head thrown back on his shoulder, lost in passion.
Even as his hand, cupping her breast, tugged and pulled at her swollen nipple.
He found himself repeating the words over and over, like a sacred chant, as bliss so hot and incandescent spread over his entire body.
She moaned, her hands reaching back for him, wrapping around his ass to pull him deeper into her.
His glyphs strobed as her pussy contracted over his thick, rigid, and pulsing cock, while his fingers stroked her clit with no mercy.
He lost himself in her moans, the scratch of her nails on his thighs, the shudder in her breath when he whispered her name.
He gasped, nose buried in her nape, thrusting faster, with great intensity, until with a roar, he came hard.
He held her tight as she shuddered with him through their shared euphoric bliss.
Sweat poured over him as he kept cumming, her rippling wetness drawing out every drop of essence from him.
He collapsed onto the bed, arms encircling her, still in utter disbelief at the level of ecstasy Rina was capable of giving him.
No other woman blew his mind the way she did.
She twisted in bed and gave him a long kiss.
‘So sleepy.’
‘Have at it,’ he encouraged, arms enveloping him, his cock still rooted in her.
He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her musk and perfume that mingled with the saltiness of raw sex.
Fokk, it did things to him.
It stoked the fire under his glyphs until they pulsed and glowed across his chest and arms, marking the way she burned herself into him.
After a beat, he rolled from her, eased out of her, and tracked to the bathroom in her guest suite.
They hadn’t made it to his place the night before.
Her suite was on a lower level, and desperate to quench their desire as fast as possible, they’d taken the closer option.
Now, he returned, wiping her clean.
She mumbled a soft ‘sante’ under her breath before nestling back into sleep.
He returned the towel and came back to her, sliding in close, one knee lifted and bent beneath the sheet, as he stared at the ceiling, wrecked forher.
She freakin’ tore him apart, piece by piece.
Not just with her body, but her mind. Her wit. Her wildness in bed was uncaged.
Her brilliant intelligence was alluring, but it was the softness she thought she hid away that intrigued him.
He never expected to feel so drawn to her in this way.
