Page 43 of Scars & Starlight
“You’ll come with me, won’t you, Princess?” he murmurs, leveling a heated gaze on me. Sweat gathers on his brow as his neural filaments pulse with increasingly fast beats.
He’s fucking the words right out of me, and I only manage to nod spastically, begging him with my eyes.
“That’s it,” he continues. “Take my cum.”
The filthy command pushes me over, and my inner muscles clench so hard, it’s almost painful. I’m moaning pleas and nonsense as I start smelling colors and seeing sounds, the orgasm so hard it takes me to another dimension. As if from a distance, I hear him roar in triumph, and feel his dick swell further inside me.
He jerks with little tremors for long minutes while I catch my breath, still flooding me with his cum, still huge inside me. I shift a bit and blush at the squelching sound.
“It’s so wet,” I say redundantly.
The prince gives me a shaky smile. “We both orgasmed a lot,” he replies shily.
My eyes bug out, and I look down between our bodies. “Some of that is from me? I never squirted before,” I add, my voice sounding confused.
“Oh. Maybe it’s my anatomy.” He’s smirking as he leans back to free my legs. When he gently lowers them, I realize I can’t even feel them anymore.
Not wasting any time, he covers me with his body again, warding off the late-evening chill. Finally, his cock starts softening, though it remains large enough to stay inside me, despite the slickness.
I push back his hair and look into his somnolent eyes. “Kairen? Can we rest again soon?” I tease him, already feeling new heat gathering in my lower belly.
His answering smile only fans the flames, and he gives me a little thrust. “I plan on resting with you all night, my love.”
22
KAIREN
“Ialways liked those three,” Tara says, snuggling into my arms after pointing out a row of stars I’m familiar with, though not from this vantage.
We made love several times during the night, sometimes with content ease, sometimes more passionately. As the night air grew colder, I brought out blankets from the Talon, making sure she’s comfortable.
I imagined this moment countless times, though the scenery was always different. Spending idle time with my match, my life partner, after sating each other thoroughly with our bodies. No fantasies compare to how incredible my Tara is, though.
“I know those suns well,” I murmur into her hair. “There’s a planet in the center one’s system that I think you’d really enjoy. The people living there look closer to machines than to us.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Really? Like cyborgs? Can we go there? Can I meet them?”
Her rapid-fire questions make me laugh, and I jostle her as my shoulders shake. “Speaking of meeting someone…”
“Yes?” she asks warily, dragging the word out.
My eyes dart around as I try to form the request. After a moment, I settle on: “If it’s something you might want to do, my mother did mention she’d love to meet you.”
Tara blinks at me a couple of times. “Your mother, the queen, wants to meet me? You told your mother about me?” she adds somewhat shrilly as an afterthought.
I scratch the top of my head. “I didn’t have to… When a match is found, it’s registered in a public database.”
My match’s jaw unhinges. “So, everyone on the Sovereign knew who I am to you? Lirael, Orien… Caden?”
“Everyone knows who you are tothem, Princess,” I correct her, not-so-helpfully.
She rubs a hand down her face. “I can’t deal with this emotionally,” she mumbles through her fingers. “Not talking to your mom,” she adds after a jerk. “But being a…princess.”
The way she utters that last word makes me shake with quiet laughter again, and I pull her into another too-tight embrace.
“Hopefully, we won’t have to rule for a very, very long time,” I say soothingly. “We can explore the universe together, fighting the Ghorvek and any like them.”
“That sounds like a plan,” she answers on a yawn, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering closed.
