Page 19 of Stars in Umbra (The Sable Riders #8)
He drove more deeply as her lips went to his ear, dirty-talking, urging him to fokk her harder.
He obliged her with a growl, hips working in a savage rhythm.
At one point, he entwined his fingers with hers in an incredibly intimate joining, eyes burning into her.
He pinned her to the pillows as he thrust with forceful intensity into her, over and over.
She clung on for dear life, her thighs clamping his sides as he surged in and out of her.
Until, with a cry from her, a long groan from him, they hit their incandescent high.
She came so hard, Rina saw stars.
Mo collapsed on her, and she took his weight, his heat, his power as he slicked in and out of her, her pussy undulating around him.
Fokk , this man undid her.
With his touch, his sensual confidence, with his sexiness, with his heavenly ecstasy.
She stroked the skin of his back as his harsh breath sounded in her ear.
In awe and wonder at his love-making, his ministrations.
Also, his kindness and generosity over the past few days.
From putting her to bed when she fell asleep with him to being present and attentive when she needed him.
‘You’re something else, Molan,’ she whispered into his temple.
He chuckled.
‘Not so bad yourself, beautiful. As for me and the plans I have for your pleasure, you’ve seen nothing yet.’
He kissed her, long and languidly, and her clit pulsed, her pussy rippling around his still stiff shaft.
Eventually, he withdrew.
She moaned, and he paused, leaning on one thick sinewed forearm.
‘She doesn’t like it when I pull out.’
‘ Nada , I don’t.’
He bent over, slid back into her, laughing at her extended moan, and gave her a lingering wet kiss.
He thrust a few more times until she sighed in bliss, shuddering through a series of small orgasmic aftershocks.
He chuckled when she finally stilled. ‘May I now?’
‘Never, I can’t get enough.’
His chest rumbled when she patted his ass. ‘Go.’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ Brow arching, a smirk on his sensual lips, he eased out of her, then loped to his bathroom.
Returning with a hot cloth, he cleaned her with reverence.
She could get used to this , she thought as he bent, and tugged her naked into his clasp and walked them into his extensive primary.
Once on the bed, he stretched a blanket over them both and snuggled with her.
His limbs straddled hers, keeping her warm, as he stroked and kissed her.
His voice soothed her in a rumbling whisper until she slid into the utmost perfect sleep she’d had in years.
The following morning, as the first rays of dawn stretched across Eden II, Mo woke her with an unhurried, molten kiss that was equally tender and demanding.
He moved over her with a primal intensity, in a dance of bodies that explored every conceivable position.
He shifted them from slow, languid movements, leisurely and spectacular, to a fast, driven rhythm that left them breathless.
It was the most profound passion Rina had ever experienced, and she met his desire with her own, climaxing so hard that stars seemed to explode behind her eyelids.
He was so in tune with his sexuality, everything he said and did was so fokkin ’ sexy.
Mo was dominant in bed; he knew what he wanted and had the strength to throw her around like a paper doll, his massive musculature able to move with lightning speed, handling her fit body with ease.
In between teasing and edging her, he took breaks before he went back to driving her wild until they were both shattered.
Later, Rina woke from her post coital haze to the scent of buttery deliciousness.
Mo entered the bedroom carrying a tray, wearing nothing but sweatpants, and laden with food and two steaming mugs.
On a platter sat a small feast: a bowl of fresh, sweet berries, and a platter of fluffy, golden-brown pancakes drizzled with a rich, golden syrup.
The cups held a fragrant, dark-roast, heated beverage.
‘Is this promised kahawa after sex session?’ she teased, taking her cup and inhaling the aroma with pleasure.
His eyes gleamed. ‘ Fokk yeah, just how I like it.’
He set the salver in front of them, and they spent the next hour savoring the meal.
She loved how he fed her, like he had the night before, slipping crepes and fruits on a fork into her lips.
‘You’re a teddy bear masquerading as a lion, Molan, I’ve worked you out.’
‘Took you long enough to figure it out,’ he growled, kissing her nape.
She returned the favor, loving how his eyes lit up when she fed him.
In between bites and kisses, a comfortable silence settled over the room.
She was in one of his tees that he lent her, her limbs all over him.
He made her feel seen and cared for in a way no one ever had.
His humor was gentle, and his open-mindedness was a refreshing balm to her often-guarded perspective.
He listened to her speak of her past, her fears, and her hopes with a quiet intensity, never judging, always understanding.
Every laugh, each shared glance, and touch was like a piece of a puzzle fitting into a place she had missed in her life.
A sigh escaped her lips as he cut up a berry for her, her heart clenching with an overwhelming mix of desire and dread.
The attraction she had for him was unlike anything she had experienced before.
It was a fierce, all-consuming fire that threatened to burn away all the internal barriers to her soul.
She realized, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that Mo was not just another man.
He was a reckoning, a force that would either break her completely or forge her into a stronger woman than she had ever imagined.