He crossed the floor to the glass door, sliding it open to reveal the tiny balcony suspended over the city.
Sheba joined him, leaning her forearms on the cool metal railing.
The distant thrum of the maglev trains mingled with that of the sounds of jazz from a far-off shebeen.
Idan moved behind her, his chest a solid wall against her spine.
Sheba leaned into him, the heat of him shielding her from the midnight breeze. She raised a hand, her finger tracing the distant horizon of the city.
‘Above us are Eden II’s twin habitation rings, which Zane and Illana helped build. They hold all the newest entertainment quarters, but also heavenly ports and business districts, packed with the cutting-edge innovations and the latest skyscraper homes. Further out, where the sapphire fires of the fusion reactors never dim, lies the Cobalt Fringe. It is the industrial heart of this world, with massive refineries and docks for the star-freighters. It is beautiful in a brutal way to watch the huge cargo ships ascend against the celestial bodies. Then there’s the Old Quarter where the Paladians once thrived, and under the surface, the Pikani settlements deep in the caves of our moon planet.’
She turned in his embrace, her eyes searching his. ‘It must be a lot of noise and artificial light for a man who has been living in a mountain hut and the stars.’
‘’Tis, but with you by my side and in my arms, I find it bearable.’
‘Charmer,’ she murmured, her thumb grazing the back of his hand. ‘Where we are now is called the Ironspire Commons. Some call it Downtown, but to the people who grind out a life here, it’s the Commons, unpretentious, gorgeous, and raw.’
‘Like you.’
He pulled her flush against him, the vast, shimmering expanse of Eden II becoming nothing more than a blurred backdrop to the heat rising between them.
His stubble grazed the sensitive skin of her shoulder, a delicious friction that sent a shiver racing down her nerves.
Sheba leaned her head back into his collarbone, closing her eyes to the city and focusing on the possessive grip of his hands.
Sheba turned in the circle of his arms, her touch finding the hard planes of his chest. She fisted her fingers in his shirt, her gaze searching the shadowed depths of his eyes.
The shock of the earlier psionic assault had long faded, replaced by an incandescent hunger that burned through her veins.
She pulled him down, her mouth meeting his with a desperate, crushing intensity.
They moved inside, past the living room, and into her bedroom and onto her king-size bed, her one luxury in her compact apartment.
He slid from her waist to the front of her jumpsuit, which he unzipped in one fluid motion, giving him access to her plump tits.
‘Fokk,son sakin sa syau sosai,you are so freakin’ stunning,’ he muttered as his lips fell on her nipple.
Her hands sank into his locks, stroking and tugging at them as she writhed at his ministrations.
He suckled one nipple, flicked it with his tongue as he slipped his hand to the crux of her thighs.
With a growl, he knifed up and tore off the rest of the jumpsuit, ripping it as he threw the scraps away. Her panties followed, fluttering to the ground as his eyes narrowed on her wet pussy curls.
With a grunt, he gripped her under one knee, parting her knees.
With his other hand, he slipped his thick, sinewed fingers into her clenching slit.
She sobbed in need, curving her spine and pistoning her groin, rippling over his digits, chasing her bliss.
He lowered his lips, taking hold of her other nipple, latching on, and sucking hard, as his lean fingers blurred between her legs.
Seconds later, ecstasy surged all through her, and she gasped, hips writhing and jerking as Idan’s loving crested her into a quivering climax.
‘Uso’m,’ she whimpered as she bucked through her bliss, even as he kept laving her nipple and stroking her wetness.
‘Idan, I’m about to cum again,’ she moaned, her hand reaching for his jawline, heat seeking his mouth. While her muscles tensed and braced for another cascade of pleasure.
He tore his mouth off her nipple and sat back on his haunches, lips quirking as he gazed down at her, churning on her bed.
