She pressed her lips to his shoulder. ‘Also, you’re a meta. A man augmented beyond his mortal limitations. If you weren’t—.’
She exhaled through her nose.
Her pause caused him to lock eyes with her, arching his brow. ‘What would’ve happened if I were a mortal?’
‘Let’s just say a regular man wouldn’t have survived what we just did.’
He inhaled as his heart kicked against his ribs.
‘You real?’
She just laughed, a soft, sinful, tempting chuckle.
‘As it gets.’
She was challenging everything he had ever believed. Issa tilted her head, watching him with lazy fascination.
‘You might have incinerated,’ she added.
His jaw ticked. ‘That’s not funny, Elaris.’
She smirked. ‘I’m not joking, Sable.’
Her smile turned soft, almost teasing. ‘If you were pure human,’ she whispered, tracing a hand down his chest, over his racing heart, ‘I would have killed you.’
His breath stalled.
His grip tightened around her waist.
Killed him?
His noid-enhanced body handled it, but she’d wrecked him, no doubt.
Ki’Remi rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, at the traces of golden embers still glowing above them.
What. The. Fokk.
Still, he canted back to her, and his hand slid over her nape, cupping the back of her head, his fingers threading through her thick curls.
‘You’re a damn mystery, Issa.’
His voice was quiet, almost reverent.
She leaned in to kiss his jaw. ‘Ah, but you like mysteries.’
He growled. ‘I like solving them.’
She laughed, the sound husky, content.
However, Ki’Remi wasn’t laughing.
Because he was in deep, she was all up in him, consuming his soul.
Even his metanoids felt different, thrumming on a whole new level, injected and inflamed by an incomprehensible energy source.
He gazed into her addicting, nebula-bright eyes and realized that no matter how much his logic fought it, he was done for, and there was no turning back.
ISSA