Page 62 of Edge of Stars

I have to learn to push—even if it makes us both hurt.

I hesitate, unsure about how to fully embrace the resolve. Whips, chains, and floggers really aren’t my way, but I am a university professor. Tough love is an unspoken career requirement.

Her instant and incessant moan provides that easy answer.

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

“Oh, sweetheart.” I utter it with syllables that tremble in time with the shivers through her body. “You’re so wet.” And the pulses in her pussy. “So soaked for me.”

“Yes,” she readily pants. “Yes, Maximus. Please. More. Stroke me…right…th…”

She breaks away, the words swallowed by a new moan, when I pull my touch totally free. For the moment, I have what I want. The lubricant, dripping sweet as honey, for where we’re going next.

I use the nectar around the aperture that’s gradually getting used to my girth. She tenses, but I soothe her with calm hums before scooping fingers into her body for more.

“Oh!” she cries out, head falling back. “Oh, no. Yes. Maximus, I’m so…so…”

I bend over, swiping my other hand into the lagoon just to make sure everything’s sliding around well—and perhaps as a symbol too. A sign of reverence to the waters that are lending us their azure alchemy, flowing the wavy light across our bodies in ways that are almost angelic.

As I prepare to take her in the most demonic way.

A thought that has me forcing words up my dry throat. “You want this, sweetheart? Like this?” Because even devils would agree that doublechecking is singularly smart—especially when one’s woman takes the better part of a minute to reply.

“I’m…not sure,” Kara whispers. “But if it’s what you want, then—”

“No.” My parched larynx is now a ripping thunderhead. As I watch the lagoon waters vibrate from it, I drop my body low. Lower still. I don’t stop until my chest kisses her shoulder blades and my lips slam her nape. “Not what I want. Not what you think I want. Only what you’re craving right now, beautiful. Only what your body desires.”

It might be a little unfair, joining my mini lecture with matching circles against the button at her center, but the woman’s barrage of intense frissons is worth the guilt hit.

“I want…”

“Yeah?”

“Maximus. I want you…to take me to the stars.”

And now she’s accommodated for a full year of guilt. Well, at least enough to cover the extra flex I allow in my hips, flying my own concentration of nerves toward the heavens for which she’s so sweetly begging.

“Stars are made from pressure, sweetheart.” I work the words against the sensitive parts of her neck while working more of her arousal along the place where I’m slowly fucking her. “From atmospheric fusion. Atomic pain.” I scrape her jaw with my teeth. Push my cock in a little more. “But…where they’re done, it’s the most astounding light in the heavens.”

Beneath me, she shakes harder. Her moans emanate from places deep within. Her body squeezes and tucks around me, and I’m already seeing the light. The sparks that absolutely must be shooting from my erection already. But no. There’s no letting go yet. There can’t be. Not…yet…

“Do it,” she grits out. “Take me there. Just like this, Maximus.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

KARA

Am I going to regret this?

Parts of my body already say yes. I’m full and resistant. The stretching is unreal. His invasion is agony.

But along the underside of those sensations, there’s discovery.

Knowing I’m giving him profound pleasure. The strokes of his fingers, promising the same to me. Sensations I’ve never known, heightened by the obscene strain on those illicit parts of me.

The pressure.

More. More.