There had been a brief respite, as Sastra lay within the Rodan’s arms. He held her gently, smoothing the hair back from her features, pressing kisses across her skin in silent worship. She wasn’t entirely sure where she was lying in the bed, where she had fallen she supposed. Which way was up? The canopy above was decorated like the night sky, dotted with little white stars and constellations that mirrored those in the gardens beyond the glass window. Sastra would have been content to sleep, but no sooner as her eyes had started to close, as she’d felt the insistent press of his arousal once more.
Sastra tilted her head upon one of the pillows, cheeks red with her blush, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Then with all the encouragement he needed, Kivan bent to consume her agai
