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I had only marginal awareness of my body—just enough to know I was thrashing uncontrollably in Kerian’s arms.

The stardust, I thought, the words so hazy they barely registered. Beautiful as a galaxy and as combustible as a supernova.

A million little explosions later, I opened my eyes to find myself lying on Kerian’s chest. “Gen,” he said, squeezing me gently. “Gen, can you hear me?”

“Your wings,” I gasped, my voice raspy. Had I screamed myself hoarse? “We’re lying on your wings!”

“It does not hurt me.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Are you all right?”

I tried to laugh, but I trembled so badly that apparently Kerian didn’t realize what sound I’d tried to make. His entire body tensed, and his antennae bent toward me, quivering in what might have been worry. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I moved my head so I could look into his eyes. “No, you didn’t. I’m not hurt at all. I’m…” I couldn’t find the right words for coming down off all-body orgasms that sent me into another universe altogether, so I rasped, “I feel very good. What about you?”

“I feel very good too.” He relaxed, his arms loosening around me. “I am sorry. I had no idea that would happen.”

“Please do not apologize for the best orgasm of my life—ororgasms,” I amended. “I’m a fan of that dust from your wings.”

He smiled. “Only my dust?”

I rubbed my nose against his chest. The multicolored dust covered both of us from head to toe now, and I liked the sight of our matching, glimmering skin even more than I’d imagined I would. “I am a fan of everything about you, Kerian Nos.”

“I feel the same, Gen Drae.”

We lay like that for a long time, with me listening to the beatings of his hearts and him languidly stroking my side and hip with his hand.

“Are you warmer now?” he asked, his hand coming to rest on the curve of my ass. “Too warm? Not warm enough?”

Did I detect a hint of hope in that last question?

“Not warm enough. Not yet.” I slid down his body.

He seemed reluctant to let me move until I wrapped my hand around him and stroked gently a few times, and then not so gently.

He sucked in a breath. “Gen…”

I took him into my mouth, tentatively at first because I wasn’t sure how he would react, and then more deeply when he groaned and let me do what I wanted. His stardust and rich jungle taste sent pleasure spiraling through my entire body. I couldn’t help but slip my free hand between my thighs with a muffled moan.

“Come to me,” Kerian said, his voice guttural.

I let him reposition me with my body on top of him and my knees on either side of his chest so he could return his talented tongue to the place I wanted it most.

Lost again in a haze of pleasure, I made him writhe and groan with my mouth and hands. In return, he held me firmly in place, refusing to let me move away or escape until he’d wrung two more orgasms from me.

When I collapsed on his chest, gasping for breath and unable to move on my own, he wrapped me in his arms almost lovingly and rolled us over so he could cover my body with his. This time he thrust much more slowly, moving what felt like a centimeter at a time. Our first coupling had been a supernova; the second, a perfect series of tidal waves or earthquakes that rolled over us both each time he moved.

Once he finally filled me to the hilt, I wrapped my trembling arms and legs around his back and hips, marveling at the way his muscles flexed under his skin and the delicious sensation of the edges of his wings brushing against my calves. The tingling stardust made even those gentle touches spark and blaze with pleasure, as if the feeling of his hot length stroking in and out of me wasn’t breathtaking enough.

“Can I touch your wings?” I asked.

In wordless answer, he nuzzled my neck and draped them over us.

I ran my fingertips over his wings and gasped in wonder. They were as silky as I’d imagined, but each color had a slightly different texture. The edges had a fringe of tiny hairs. When I caressed those hairs, Kerian shuddered and his pace increased before he regained control and slowed again.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” I told him, cupping his jaw with my hand. “I’m not fragile.”

“But I am very strong.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m afraid I will hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of that happening.” I smiled up at him and ran my thumb over his lips. “But if you’re worried, let me take over.”