He placed the skiff on autopilot as their eyes locked in a heated exchange, the craving they shared palpable.
Then Mak’s arm slid behind her waist, pulling her close.
He savored the perfect moment of peace, laced with a burgeoning craving and throb straight to his shaft.
‘You OK working with yourŠarlike that to slaughter the enemy?’ he growled, burying his face in her nape.
She shivered as if almost imploding with yearning as his lips brushed the back of her neck.
‘MyŠarand I as ruthless assassins taking out immoral creatures? I freakin’ loved it. I want more.
He chuckled. ‘What in Devansi hell have I unleashed?’
She sliced her eyes at him. ‘Only the wildest part of me.’
Mak groaned into her nape, breathing in her scent, high on her.
He wasfokkedevery which way, to Pegasi and back again.
SABA
Mak’s warm breath on Saba’s nape sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her.
As the flyer sped through the heavens towards the Sombra, his gaze scorched as he stared at her, his touch setting her skin ablaze.
With an irresistible pull, she turned to face him, her hand instinctively reaching for the back of his head.
Mak closed the gap between them without a word, his mouth capturing hers in yet another searing kiss that spoke of passion and longing. Their fingers intertwined in a desperate embrace.
They got lost in each other for a timeless moment, the world around them fading into insignificance. It was just them, their souls entwined in an intoxicating dance of infatuation and desire.
Mak groaned against her lips, his hold on her tightening.
The thrum of the engine covered up their soft keening and moans as they soared into the Sombra’s rear stern, the twinkling landing lights welcoming them.
It took all of Saba’s strength not to scream her frustration when Mak tore his mouth from hers.
‘Soon,’ he promised with a growl, his eyes aflame with raw lust.
Panting, her slit wet and pulsing, her nipples on fire, she tried to calm down by laying her head on his shoulder. Still, her heart brimmed with emotions she couldn’t quite describe.
They transferred from the skiff to a flyer and headed to Deck 27, where Mak helped her out of the craft and led her home in the cool night air.
The lodge was silent as they descended the grand staircase toward Mak’s wing.
He guided her, her hand in his, as they traversed the long corridor to his primary chamber.
Inside, the rich velvet curtains framed the spacious windows, letting in just enough moonlight to illuminate the room with silver shards.
Lighting up the intricate tapestries, wood floors, and luxurious rugs in deep shades of red and gold.
He gestured for her to sit on the plush divan before heading to the extensive cocktail bar.
Moments later, he returned with two glasses of aged whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal tumblers.
They clinked their flutes together in a silent toast, taking a sip. The rich, smoky flavor warmed her from the inside out.
The night’s events replayed in her mind like a vivid holo. Each moment etched into her memory with striking clarity.
