Page 61 of Taming Chaos

What are you doing, fool?

He didn’t know anymore, didn’t care. Held in thrall to this magnificent creature, all he could do was follow the signs.

Her body spoke to him, cajoling him, demanding his absolute attention.

Slowly, deliberately, he raked his fingers through her glorious hair, appreciating how brilliantly it accentuated her unique coloring.

She pulled the stars down from the sky and garbed herself in a raiment of light, and the stars loved her so much they forgot the darkness and became one with her moonlight-kissed skin.

Now where had he heard that phrase before, and in Bartharran, no less? Was it a hymn to Salu, the goddess of stars?

It didn’t matter now. Torin was too far gone. The last shreds of his self-control slipped away, and…

He kissed her.

Sweetness and light.

She responded with a hunger that equalled his, wrapping her arms around his neck, demanding his mouth, his lips, his tongue, and Torin’s lust surged, driving him to the very edge.

The restless nano-machines inside him went still, withdrawing into his bloodstream as Torin gave in to his desire.

To her.

“I can’t stop, Persephone.”

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Her breathless words completely undid him. Consumed with anger and fury and wicked desire, he surrendered to the storm.

Their storm.

Chapter Sixteen

Metal things dropped to the floor with a loud clatter. Small blades, large blades, swords. Torin discarded his weapons with ridiculous speed, leaving a trail of Callidum behind as he kissed her, his large, warm hands roaming all over her body.

As for her own plasma gun, she’d dropped it somewhere amidst his trail of weapons.

Torin moved forward as they kissed, slowly pushing her back, one arm hooked around her waist.

Seph was helpless to resist. She became boneless in his arms, stunned by the sudden force of his desire.

So fast!

As soon as they’d stepped into this quiet place, removing themselves from the chaos of the Bartharran ship, the ember of their attraction had flared out of control.

“You’re beautiful, Seph.” Torin’s voice was a low rumble as he ran his fingers down her back, sending a ripple of goosebumps across her arms. His hands reached her ass, and a low growl reverberated from deep within his chest. He seemed to take great delight in caressing her generous curves. His touch was both reverent and possessive.

Such a contradiction, and yet somehow it worked. That was Torin all over.

He slapped her ass firmly but gently, the sensation sending a delicious tingle of arousal all the way through to her throbbing clit.

Warmth spread between her thighs. Torin leaned into her as she explored the broad, sculpted planes of his back with her gloved hands. As her wrist moved, the light from her link-band moved up and down, playing across the ceiling and walls. Torin’s muscles tensed and relaxed underneath her touch, giving her a sense of the devastating power contained within.

First Division.

She thought she’d read something about the hierarchical nature of Kordolian society; how they organized everything according to rank and status, how the wealthiest and the most powerful always rose to the top.

If the Imperial Kordolian Military had been the strongest in the Universe, and if Torin had been in the First Division, then he was…

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