Page 42 of Star Crossed Delta

MAK

H e woke up to the sight of his wife lying beside him.

His knee was draped over her thigh, a position they’d assumed in the night, heat seeking each other, in an all-encompassing embrace.

His eyes traced Saba’s curves, taking in the graceful arch of her neck, the gentle curve of her shoulders, and the way her skin shimmered with incandescence.

He loved her Akkadian ink, which trailed over her shoulders and back, announcing her as his wife.

Fokk , their lovemaking had triggered the most unchecked rapture; her complexion shone and glowed from their wild fusion as did her inked sigils.

His eyes fell to her mouth, shaped like a rosebud, her lips a dewy petal.

Her hair was a soft tangle of curls aglow with the morning sun’s light, her face a canvas of serenity and beauty.

His gaze traveled lower to her lush, firm tits.

He lingered on her dusky nipples, which were so sweet to suckle on, then her thighs and ass, a dream which sent a jolt to his cock.

His mouth curled, thinking how he had a lifetime of lovemaking to look forward to with this one woman who was fast becoming his reason for being.

With Saba, he was starting to trust and believe again.

He was letting himself feel a peace like none other.

His breath hitched with emotion. He reached for her and stroked her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open, then as her sight focused, a slight blush dusted her cheeks.

He leaned in, hungry for her, his cock swelling in readiness.

He cupped her breast, then tweaked her tightening nipple, loving her gentle moans.

Fokk , why had he waited so long to witness her raw passion for him, to savor her, and love on her?

She smiled, her eyes soft.

‘Good morning, ?arim .’

He captured her lips in a tender kiss, savoring her softness.

‘I’m sorry,’ he rasped.

‘For what?’ she murmured.

‘For being closed off, in my head. I needed to get my head around Shiloh and Zolan.’

Saba pulled back to study him. ‘So have you? Got over them?’

He jerked his chin and smirked. ‘Only because of my desire for you.’

She tilted her head. ‘Is that right?’ she said in a husky whisper that sent shivers down Mak’s spine.

‘Let me be the judge of that,’ she added.

She moved in and trailed her hand down his chest to his thick, throbbing length.

When she squeezed his cock, he gasped.

Her lips followed, trailing lower, and he shifted to his back as she took him into her mouth.

She shook as she engulfed him, her skilled tongue swirling around his shaft, scorching him even more.

The sensation of her warm, wetness enveloping him was mind-blowing, and he gripped the sheets, his limbs trembling.

Her gaze never left mine, and he glanced down at the hunger and desire burning in her eyes, mirroring his own.

Best wake-up ever , he thought, even as he flung his head back and groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Saba hummed against his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. He thrust deeper into her mouth, each stroke and lick bringing him closer to the edge.

With no warning, she lifted off.

‘Baby,’ he growled in protest. ‘I was enjoying that.’

‘You’re about to enjoy a hell of a lot more pleasure - and pain.’

His breath hitched at her insinuation.

With a smile, she moved off the bed and, naked, tracked to his display case. With a naughty smirk, she picked a silver sythyra rope and wound it around her fist.

She brought it back and bent over me. ‘Don’t move.’

He obliged.

In moments, he was hissing as the diamond-tipped tendrils brushed his skin, nipples, chest, pelvis, and cock.

‘Payback,’ she murmured.

‘I’ll take all the hell you have for me then,’ he grunted, flinging his head back, losing himself in the pleasure.

She teased, she stroked, which had him thrusting his groin and thighs, his shaft thickening and lengthening with each stroke, driving him and her wild.

With a groan, he reached for her.

‘No more,’ he gasped against her lips. ‘I’m about to blow.’

This time, their kiss is fierce and all-consuming. He sampled his essence on her tongue, and it only made him want her more.

She straddled Mak’s waist, her eyes locked onto his.

She swung a thigh over him and lowered her hips, and he groaned as she impaled herself on his length.

Her eyes gazed at him, and his heart sang at the wild hunger and desire reflected in them.

‘ Fokk me, Saba. Fokk me hard.’

She began to ride him with an unyielding ferocity, her midsection pounding against him with a force that sent shivers down his spine.

He reached up and thrust a hand in her hair, his other one plucking, twisting, and squeezing her rosy, puffy nipples.

Her moans filled the room as her body convulsed and writhed, seeking her bliss.

‘ Naam ,’ he growled. ‘That’s it, Saba. Fokk me like you crave me.’

Saba’s eyes never left his; the intensity of her gaze matched only by the fierceness of her movements.

She brought one hand down to cup her tits. Her fingers brushed over one hardened nipple as her midsection undulated, impossibly in a circle, enveloping him in a sensual whirlpool.

‘Oh, fokk ,’ Mak groaned, unable to contain the pleasure. ‘That feels so good.’

His hand found its way to her breast, his thumbs flicking the dusky tip and then giving it a hard squeeze.

Saba moaned again, her hips bucking harder and wilder around me. ‘I’m going to cum. So fokkin ’ close.’

Her words sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins, and he panted, not far behind her.

‘Come for me, Saba,’ he snarled, lost in ratcheting bliss. ‘Come on my cock.’

She did as he commanded, her body shuddering as she climaxed.

Her walls tightened, milking him, daring him to release every drop of pleasure he was trying to hold back.

‘ Fokk , Saba,’ he groaned. ‘I’m going to come.’

With that, his hips bucked as he exploded inside her, his ecstasy mingling with hers.

She continued to move, her waist swirling around him as they rocked together.

Finally, she came to a stop, hands on his chest, head down, her hair flowing over his stomach, sated.

There was no other sight more sensual than this, Mak thought.

He was in heaven.

She pulled her tresses back, and he knifed up to kiss her long and hard.

Their bodies glided as one as they came down, fanning a rapturous euphoria that spread through his limbs.

Their fingers intertwined, and they held each other close with an intimacy so poignant that it almost brought tears to his eyes.

She was so unexpected. The bride he’d never wanted, but the wife, as it turned out, he needed.

His feelings for her were intensifying, and while he still had reservations, he was unable to deny their growing mutual passion and love.

They lay for a spell, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

The room was filled with a warm, comfortable silence, broken only by the flames and sputter of burning logs in the fireplace.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Saba whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.

She seemed a little shy with him and sought reassurance.

‘About how ashes can turn into beauty. How sadness can transform into joy, and how blessed I am to have you in my life,’ he murmured, squeezing her hand.

She smiled and ducked her head into his chest as they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms.

SABA

Saba and Mak were finding their rhythm.

While Mak immersed himself in his daily duties, Saba visited The Sombra’s library, where she began by combing through the technical archives stored in the old data silos.

Decoding the marginalia of long-retired engineers, reconstructing patchy project notes, and translating schematics from Signet’s earlier propulsion experiments.

Curiosity set her mind alight.

Keen to see one of the test engines at work, she crept into the Sombra’s engineering annex, a vaulted chamber tucked beside one of the older research bays.

Inside, teams experimented with everything from new flight components to energy stabilizers.

Her Mak-approved credentials got her through the door.

At the first station, she ran into Miral, half-buried in the guts of a hydrogen coil system, grease on her hands and a scanner looped around her neck.

Saba hesitated near the threshold, then stepped closer.

‘Need a hand?’ she asked.

Miral glanced up, blinking in surprise before her expression broke into a crooked grin. ‘If you know how to recalibrate a vented scoop array while balancing torque distribution, you’re hired.’

Saba laughed, crouching beside her. ‘I don’t, but I’d love to learn.’

Miral passed her a pair of gloves and a torchlight without a second thought. ‘Have you ever studied engineering?’

‘I did a lot of systems modeling and analytics,’ Saba said, sliding the hand wear on. ‘Propulsion wasn’t my specialty, but I’ve done diagnostic regression across quantum-grade power structures. I’ve been reading up on your work on hydrogen drives. It’s impressive.’

Miral raised an eyebrow. ‘You’ve been scanning our data sets?’

‘Cross-referencing them with older archives,’ Saba admitted. ‘I noticed inconsistencies in the burn rates when H2 gas passes through your shielding filters in the Wildlight sector.’

At that, a whistle sounded from behind a stack of cargo crates.

A man emerged, tall and densely built, with thick arms dusted in fine soot and a matte-black cybernetic band wrapped from his wrist to his elbow.

Saba stood to shake his hand. ‘Hi Boaz, my name is -.’

His brow arched at recognizing her. ‘Saba? Mak’s wife? What are you doing in the ass-end of the ship?’

‘I was nosing around, wondering if you needed help,’ Saba said.

Boaz’s grip was firm. ‘I take it you’ve caught something in the shield filters?’

She nodded. ‘Your outer rings expand by three microns once the hydrogen hits phase-two density. It causes a micro-wobble in the stabilizer core, which increases friction. It’s minor in standard zones but amplified tenfold in volatile turbulence like the Expanse.’

Boaz blinked. ‘We missed that. Impressive.’

Miral chuckled. ‘Hell on Devansi, you’re perceptive.’

Saba flushed. ‘I’m just observant and curious.’