Page 186 of Stars in Aura

Killing him slowly.

His hand slid between them, finding her wetness, her slick pussy, even as his name escaped her lips in a breathless cry as she clenched around his fingers.

Fokk. His cock throbbed, turgid and pulsing, so ready for her.

And when he finally entered her, it was slow, reverent.

A claiming.

A fusion, followed by fire.

He kissed her long and hard, swallowing her gasps, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

He stroked her tits and bent his head to suckle as her knees caged him.

Their groins melded over and over again. His shaft was enveloped in the sweetest heat he’d ever experienced.

It ignited from where they joined, streaking over her skin, herSsignakhtstar firepower unleashing radiant waves of amethyst and cerulean flares.

Ki’Remi groaned, his head dropping against her shoulder, his body caught in the violent beauty of it.

It was cosmic, all-consuming.

She wasn’t just a woman beneath him; she was an eclipse, a supernova, and an explosion of raw, celestial energy, and he was burning in her light.

He pushed deeper, hips moving with slow, devastating precision, savoring the feel of her, the way she tightened, her pussy walls gripping him, her nails sinking into his broad back.

His name was a chant, a plea, a benediction on her lips.

And when they reached the precipice together, shattering in a whirl of radiance, the universe seemed to tremble with them.

She gasped, clutching his shoulders as the last ripples of pleasure rolled through her, her body still pulsing around him.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t pull away.

He just held her.

Their breath tangled in the aftermath, bodies slick with heat, chests rising and falling in unsteady rhythm.

She turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the corded muscles of his back as their heartbeats synced, and the celestial glow slowly faded from her skin.

At that moment, he comprehended where he belonged.

With her. Now and for eternity.

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Lionhearted Mercies

ISSA

The Alatyr sliced through the velvet pre-dawn sky, its sleek silhouette stark against the hush of the waking world below.

Dunia’s sun illuminated the rolling farmland as Ki’Remi guided the ship to the surface, scanning the land for any signs of movement.

The location lay just beyond a vast acacia grove, hidden between sprawling pastures of golden wheat and flowering orchards heavy with mangoes, pomegranates, and sweet figs.

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