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How could this man be so beautiful? Every response, every touch, every gesture. I stilled, holding his tear-filled gaze.

“Fate, moonlight, please…” He rocked his hips, the iron length of him stretching me so exquisitely I thought I might burst. “Please. Please fuck me. Imani…”

My legs barely held me up, but I rode him in short, sharp thrusts, biting my lower lip to keep quiet so hard, the pain seared into pleasure as my climax ripped through me. The beads on Airida’s cock grew, gliding over my sensitive spots, swelling so much they locked him inside. His hips stuttered and strained off the bed as he filled me. Throughout it all we didn’t take our eyes from each other, feeding off each other’s pleasure until the waves subsided.

I sank down onto him, spent.

As he stroked my back, I breathed in the scent of him, desperate to sear it into my memory, not willing to believe we only had days before he had to go.

Airida’s voice rumbled through his chest to mine. “My moonlight.”

His dick twitched, still locking us together, his body refusing to let us be apart.

We didn’t move for a long while.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Five more

Imani

“I WANT TO talk about it,” Airida said that evening, pausing the holovid as yet another episode of our show finished.

“About what?”

“About what comes next.”

My stomach plummeted to my feet. Old fears, old hurts, pushed in, robbing me of any words at all. The timings were all wrong. If we got any closer now, only for him to leave, it would destroy me—causing the very heartbreak I’d tried so hard to avoid.

“It sounds ridiculous that I do not know how to touch myself.”

Oh. That.

I pushed off his chest and turned to face him. “You’ve never…?”

He gave a shy smile as he swung his head, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Oh, I get hard outside of kalidi now. You know I do. But I’ve never done anything about it. I always wanted to wait for you.”

Be still, my heart.

“I did try, once. I craved you so much it almost hurt. But it did not feel the same. Not here”—he brought one hand to his groin—“or here.” He took my hand and placed it on his chest.

Be still? No, my heart was a runaway train, careening off the tracks and heading straight for disaster.

“That’s always the way,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “It’s often better with a partner, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do it. Orgasms are still good, right?”

“I suppose.” He jutted his tusks in that petulant way of his, the one that had me itching to tell him off for his attitude.

“Will you touch yourself for me? How close is kalidi, do you think?”

“Close enough I can start now, and it will count. I think.”

“Are you horny now?”

He gave a confident smirk. “Around you? Always.”

“Airi…” This is how we say goodbye. The realisation caught me with the force of a rockslide, sending me skidding, helpless, into stark facts. His safety was paramount. No matter how I felt about him, I couldn’t be selfish. I had to help him prepare to leave. “Show me.”

He took the hem of his tunic, pulling it up, revealing his stomach and delicious V.