Page 18 of Stars in Umbra (The Sable Riders #8)

An All-Consuming Fire

RINA

M o unlocked the door to his apartment suite and pushed it open.

He gestured, and Rina’s heart drummed a wild, erratic beat under her ribs as she stepped past him into an elegant space.

The soft ambient lighting warmed the polished floors, the pots of lush plants, and a stunning leather Chesterfield sofa.

Even as she wandered in, air crackled, their untamed attraction charged.

She sensed him at her six, the space intimate now that he was behind her, the door clicking closed like a promise.

The confidence that carried her through high-level negotiations and tense battle zones faltered in the hush of his living room.

As if sensing her hesitation, Mo stepped in close, slid one arm around her waist, and bent his head, lips on the back of her nape.

The heat of him scorched her spine like some form of black magic, and she took a shaky breath.

She shivered, cleared her throat, and took a few steps away from his heated presence.

‘Perhaps some kahawa ?’ she hedged, letting her hair fall to cover her burning face, backing toward the extensive kitchen.

‘We can put some on. Or tea? Or -.’

‘ Nada ,’ Mo rasped, smiling, languid and predatory, as he stepped closer. ‘Didn’t think I was coming to my place for a hot beverage.’

Her face flushed. Her traitorous knees wobbled beneath her.

‘Oh,’ she said, voice thin. ‘Well. I just thought -.’

‘Rina,’ he growled her name like a command and a caress. ‘I prefer kahawa after sex.’

She froze and blinked.

Her mouth opened, closed. ‘I, I’m not sure -.’

Fokk , she was a mess inside, stammering, her words falling over each other.

‘What happens next?’ he finished for her, his tone a scorching, deep rasp.

He crossed to her in three long strides and stopped inches away. ‘Let me guide you.’

Before she had the chance to form another excuse or give in to another fear, his arms went around her.

Strong, firm, one hand at her waist. The other splayed across her lower back, anchoring her.

‘I -,’ she whispered again, breath hitching.

Mo leaned down, his exhalation grazing her cheek, brushing just beneath her ear. ‘Seems you do need my lips on you to shut you up.’

Then that sensuous mouth descended on her.

Not tentative in the least.

His tongue stroked and his lip melded in a molten exploration.

Rina melted into his arms, his heat, and the scent of spice and smoke and musk she’d only ever associate with him now.

Because fokk, the man could kiss.

She clutched his shirt hard as his tongue moved to the shell of her ear.

She moaned, her panties sopping wet.

Her hips found a life of their own and swirled over his front, over the rigid frontage,

He groaned as her hand slid up to his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

‘Woman, you blow my mind.’

Her waist worked his scorched cock as every inch of her hummed.

His hands were all over her.

It was then she spotted his skin was pulsing, his glyphs lighting up with a glow that mesmerized her.

He pulled his lips from her.

‘With me.’

She was helpless and followed as he led her to his lounge room.

‘ Mi kaya . Do you trust me?’

What else could she say with those flaming eyes raking her and sending waves of euphoria and scorching all over her.

She nodded.

‘Good. Brace yourself.’

Her eyes dilated as he spread a bunch of pillows and luxurious throws onto the living room.

He slipped off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside.

She blinked, staring at his rippling chest as he sank to the cushions.

He reached an arm out, and she took it, kicking off her heels, as he brought her to her knees before him.

With one gliding finger, he eased the straps of her jumpsuit one after the other, pressing his lips to the exposed skin.

Her head fell back as his mouth grazed the sensitive corners of her nape.

Even as his hand glided to her right tit, sliding the material aside to cup her breast, plumping it.

His fingers found her tight bud, and he rolled it, causing her head to fall forward.

Their temples met as he tweaked and pinched her nipple, her clit pulsing, her pussy so wet she was dripping.

He kept whispering words she couldn’t make out, a chant, that caused a tattoo of heat on her skin.

He held his face close to her own most of the time, so his breath wafted over her sensitive flesh.

His lips rubbed against hers, stopping to kiss her from time to time.

She loved how his harsh intakes of air and the groans he made showed how much he was enjoying himself.

It was almost like he was obsessed with her, how he plumped her tits, the way he gazed at her, the feel of his touch.

It was all just incredible.

The way her body reacted to him, and to his aroused maleness, was like holding onto a live wire, as he pulsed with desire.

She clutched his shoulders as he bent to worship her nipples.

One then the other, moving from tender suckles to wild lashing.

Rina not only felt desired, but she welcomed the passion, the gentle care, and the sensation of being so freakin’ connected to him.

It was so much that she couldn’t think; she just melted into him.

In no time, she was naked.

He sat back on his haunches, barefoot, chest heaving, a pillar of erect flesh thrusting against his trouser front as he stared down at her.

‘Beauty,’ he growled before he lifted her thigh and threw it over his shoulders.

Then he dove, his lips falling on her pussy as he proceeded to lash her clit and folds.

She bucked and moaned into his masterful licks and caresses.

Her waist twisted on the pillows as he ate her out.

His lips, hands, and fingers delivered the ultimate transcendent experience she’d ever had.

With a muffled scream, she thrashed her way through a wild orgasm, the bliss so incandescent, she felt every nerve point in her body explode.

Mo bent over her, his fingers slicking in and out of her as she came down, kissing her, sharing her essence with her.

She trailed her touch down his arm. Then up again as her hands sank into his hair.

The dark tresses unraveled to neck length as she clung to him, throwing her thigh around his waist in abandon.

Her hands traveled to his trouser belt and lower to stroke the thick column of pulsing flesh.

‘If I pull on you, will you handle it?’ he breathed into her ear. ‘I sometimes need some getting used to.’

She arched a brow, intrigued. ‘Is that right? Show me what you got, soldier.’

He sat back on his haunches, a curl to his lips as he unclasped his trousers, then stood to shuck them off.

When he turned, she propped herself on her elbows and stared.

‘Whoa, tiger.’

Mo was huge, freakin’ well-endowed, hell, the thickest she’d ever been with.

Also, he had the most beautiful cock she’d seen, tapered, long, pulsing with glowing sigils.

His mouth twitched at her unadulterated adoration of it. ‘I’ll be gentle.’

She huffed. ‘Take advantage of me, baby, I can handle it.’

He sank on one knee beside her, and she reached for him.

The second her palm closed over the palpitating muscle, he threw his head back, his hair flying, his throat working, his chest rippling as she squeezed and stroked.

Her pussy gushed once more as her mouth moved over his throbbing knob, sliding her lips around his perfect head.

She suckled, loving his groans, how he glided and trailed his touch over her hair and neck as she gave back some of the worship he gave her.

His skin strobed and glowed, and together with his stroking hands, it was so sultry and hot as hell, and she swooned, addicted to him in every way.

With a growl, he pushed her onto her back, eyes glittering over her.

‘I have to fokk you, now.’

The rumbling command sent shivers through her as she parted her thighs and reached for him with a sensual smile.

He eased between her thighs, he positioned himself, and they both stared at the crux of their desire, as his hard cock grazed the damp curls at the juncture of her legs.

‘Whose pussy is it? Tell me it’s mine,’ he growled, the possessive glint in his eye driving Rina wild.

‘It’s all yours,’ she moaned.

‘ Foookkkk ,’ he groaned as he sank into her.

She gasped as he bottomed, widening her legs to take all of him.

If this were a dream, she didn’t want to wake up.

It was heaven, feeling so full to the brim by his heated girth.

He stretched her, but the sensation was so right, like he’d always belonged in her arms.

Her lips worked their way down his neck to his collarbone and up to his shoulder, losing herself in the pleasure of warm, silken skin over the hard muscle.

He was on her body like a tattoo, his energy shimmering all over, his otherworldly power sending arcs of need through her with every touch, kiss, lick, and nip.

Using an elbow to lever himself over her, he pulled back to gaze into her eyes.

She shuddered through the strobing pulses of desire.

While lost in him, gazing at him, at the harshness in the set of lust in his face.

Loving the dilation of his smoky gray eyes, the passion flaring within, taking them from bright to blazing.

Fokk , it was hot, so hot.

Her head fell back, eyes closing as Mo’s hips worked, sliding his cock with slow, sensual thrusts in and out of her.

‘Woman,’ he growled as his other hand cupped one tit, his calloused thumb rough as he dragged it across her nipple. ‘Eyes on me always.’

She forced them open at his command, meeting his in a scorched clash, panting as his shaft moved inside her, his core engaged as his pelvis began rolling.

Damn, the man had the skills to put his massive endowment to use.

The topside of his hard cock rubbed her clit, driving her wild.

Rina loved how he took his time; he was freakin’ gentle and sensual at the same time.

For the first time in her life, she experienced what it was like being made love to, not just having sex.

It was mind-blowing, incredible, and had her in the moment,

All her senses elevated, feral and out of control.

She threw her pelvis up so he went deeper as he tugged at her nipple until the ecstasy of it all had her mewling, her bucking, desperate.