Chapter 95: Under the Stars (3)
Music Recommendation: Sacrifice by Black Atlass, Jessie Reyez
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They moved together perfectly, like waves kissing the shore over and over. Yoa’s eyes shone brightly like liquid gold as he buried deep and slow, savouring this star-kissed moment. He drank in every little detail of her flushed and radiant features, and how she was becoming completely undone. She arched beneath him, his name breathless from her lips, aching for him.
Every gasp etched into his memory like the rest of this night will be. His fingers found hers, sliding between them. Nova’s fingers tightened slightly as he felt the pressure coil around him before liquid heat burned between them. He groaned at the feeling, trying to hold on as long as possible before he lost complete control.
Already, it felt ethereal, like they were standing at the edge of the universe with nothing but the silent stars, the soft wind curling around them, and the fireflies blessing them. Where they were joined, a low golden light built, thrumming through them like pure magic really surged through their veins, pulsing with the Serakai bond to be complete. Their fingertips shone and tingles peppered along their skin and down their spines as heat bloomed strong in their lower bellies.
Their breaths tangled as the tempo increased, each lost to their primal needs. Her hands slid along his back, nails grazing, hips arching to meet him again and again. They were wild, claiming each other.
Nova’s mouth found his neck as she clung to him with soft moans, and felt the urge to bite him. Under the rough touch of her teeth, Yoa’s head fell back with a groan that sounded more animalistic, more like a roar and his hips moved quicker and harder, pounding into her relentlessly as his eyes darkened, locking with hers again. The momentum was so powerful Nova’s body moved along the hide a little and one of the cushions dropped, falling into the jungle below.
Neither cared as sparks and shots rippled through their bodies, muscles coiling, winding up tighter, nails dragging down skin, his mouth finding her neck to taste and leave marks of a different kind. Nova trembled, her breaths coming out as pants, her fingers slipping into his hair, urging him lower. A different spot ached for him.
She couldn’t understand it. It was like her body moved of its own accord, needing him to fulfil this ache on her chest. Its as though, the moment his lips would find that spot, she would fall apart all over again. She could feel it, the sensation building, like a storm about to break loose.
"Do it," she moaned, the words slipping from her lips without thought, not even sure what she was begging for—only that was unravelling, and she needed him, needed more. Her voice was lost to the bliss tearing through her like a dam about to burst.