Page 102 of Stars in Aura

He roared, his head tipping back, his jaw clenched as if to withstand its overwhelming force.

As he came, his mind exploded.

Not just with pleasure, not just with the unbearable, maddening ecstasy of her body tightening around him.

Even as the whispers in his mind told him that he’d never be the same.

Without warning, a visible inferno erupted.

His vision burned white, his limbs locking against hers as she dragged him into her fire.

Her release shattering through her, her nails clawing down his back as she screamed his name.

They came slicked together, chasing a storm of lusty salvos, until they collapsed in tangled limbs, gasping breaths, and raw, undeniable truth, shaking, stunned.

The flames dimmed, curling into gilded embers across her skin.

His chest heaved, sweat dripping down his spine as he stared down at her, bewildered, panting, destroyed.

Yet at the same time, feeling the most exhilarated and alive he’d ever been.

She was gazing at him, too, golden light flickering in her eyes.

His voice was hoarse, ruined when he finally rasped, ‘What thefokkwas that?’

Her lips, swollen and bruised, curved into a knowing, almost smug smile.

‘Sedevan lovemaking,’ she murmured.

Ki’Remi just blinked.

Still gasping. Still shattered.

‘That was -’

He exhaled, pressing a shaking hand to his chest, where he swore something inside him transformed.

‘Fokk. That was something else. Savage, ferocious, feral.’

His entire world had just shifted.

Freakin’ ignited, and Issa Elaris had been the one to do it.

Ki’Remi had never given much heed to the supernatural.

He’d sought comfort in cold reason all his life, yet now, he was on the precipice of the mystic, transcendent, and arcane.

He lay on his back, rib cage rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, Issa draped across him like a silken throw.

The room still pulsed with residual heat. Not just from their bodies but something otherworldly, something he couldn’t explain.

His muscles ached, but not from exhaustion.

Nada, twas deeper. An unfathomable thrumming that came from being lit from within.

She had been a wildfire. Untamed. Burning through him, consuming, leaving no part of him untouched.

He thought himself a man who understood control.

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