Nova followed Yoa's thumb over the silver marks under her collarbone. She inhaled deeply, and released a long breath as warmth seeped into her chest from where he touched her. The delicate trace of the Serakai mark tingling along her limbs and directing liquid heat in her lower belly.
Eyes heavy-lidded, Yoa's gaze lingered like a brand on her skin, roaming along her body, heat scorching her skin and seeping deeper. Her nipples hardened and he couldn't even feel embarrassed for his arousal remained hard and already aching for her. Now more heat flooded his veins, pooling low as his length throbbed beneath her.
Nova suddenly felt parched under that heated gaze, feeling extraordinarily beautiful while bare and sitting on top of him. She'd never felt so comfortable like this and with a man of his size between her thighs, she could only bite her lip, and barely refrain from pouncing on him.
