Star Crossed: an Adult Dystopian Paranormal Romance: Sector 11 (The Othala Witch Collection)

by J. E. Taylor

  “Come for me, Star,” he whispered against my neck, his voice husky with need. He rolled the hard nubs of my breasts between his fingers as the hand between my legs created magic.

  “Jaden,” I whispered, arching my back and turning my head to capture a kiss.

  His mouth covered mine, and our tongues mingled in frantic beats. The heat inside me built to a level I had never experienced. I moaned in his mouth as the wave rode through me, curling my toes and clenching my muscles.

  He continued to stroke me, creating strong aftershocks. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel the pressure of his cock filling every inch of me, not just his fingers.

  I broke the kiss, breathless, and stared into his eyes. “I want you. Now.”

  His hand paused, and he wiggled his fingers inside me, teasing as a smile found his lips. “Right now?” He wiggled them again and brushed his thumb across my sensitive clit.

  My body reacted and I sighed. “Yes!”

  His hands moved away, and he twisted me towards him until I was in a straddle position. He lined himself up with my aching core and then pulled me down hard.

  I gasped and his eyes sparkled. He leaned forward and took my breast in his mouth, sucking and teasing with his teeth. Water sloshed in the tub with our frantic thrusts, creating a mess on the bathroom floor.

  This wasn’t at all like our first time. It was the exact opposite of that gentle love making session. This was need-ridden and hard, and each plunge pulled a gasp from me and brought me closer to another edge.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  He grabbed my hair and pulled me to his lips. Our tongues matched the pace, and our moans muffled in our mouths. His grip on my hips tightened, as did every muscle in both our bodies. I pulled away from his mouth, arching with the strength of the orgasm.

  As soon as the aftershocks faded, I collapsed into his arms. His chest heaved just as much as mine.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered against my neck. He sprawled his arms over the edge of the tub, leaned his head back against the rim, and closed his eyes.

  “No kidding.” I circled my hips, just to make a point, and he smiled but didn’t move. “Are you ready for some of that cake?”

  One eye opened, and dimples appeared in his cheeks. “I could eat some cake. Why don’t you get out and grab a couple of towels or something.”

  I shifted, suddenly ravenous, and we both winced from the uncoupling. I climbed out of the tub and grabbed an oversize towel, wrapping it around my body before I handed one to Jaden. He was still sitting in the tub, his cheeks red.

  “Just throw it over the crutch, and I’ll be out in a minute,” he said.

  I gave him a nod and left.

  He came out a few minutes later with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. It reached below the knee, hiding the end of his leg. He crossed to where I stood, next to the cake and champagne. The color remained in his cheeks, and he avoided looking directly at me.

  “Jaden?”

  His gaze flitted to mine and then away. “Want some champagne with your cake?” He pointed with his chin.

  “Sure.”

  He closed the distance and uncorked the champagne with ease before pouring two glasses. Handing me one, he finally met my gaze.

  “I’m not sure what to toast to,” he said.

  “To a long and healthy marriage?” I raised my glass. “To a much smoother relationship than what we started with?”

  He let out a soft laugh. “How about to a marriage filled with fire and adrenaline.”

  “And laughter,” I added, tapping my glass to his.

  “And laughter,” he said, doing the same.

  We both drained our glasses and turned towards the cake. Instead of waiting for him to cut a piece, I swiped my finger across the frosting and brought it to his lips. His eyebrow rose, but he opened his mouth and let me slip my finger inside.

  Jaden sucked the frosting off while he wiped a finger full of frosting and brought it to my lips. I sucked it off slowly, twirling my tongue around his finger. He let out a low growl that turned on the wild switch inside me.

  When he pulled his finger from my mouth, I purred, “Is there something else you’d like me to suck?”

  He chuckled and I grabbed the front of his towel, pulling him closer and planting a hungry kiss. My energy levels spiked, and I unraveled his towel before he could stop me. He stiffened under my lips. I dipped two fingers into the frosting before stepping away and swirling the sweet confection on his already hard member.

  I had him at a disadvantage, one I knew he wasn’t comfortable with, but I lowered to my knees. Before he could react, I slipped the tip of his frosting covered cock in my mouth. His breath caught in his throat, and the knuckles on his hand holding the crutch turned white, but he didn’t stop me.

  Considering this was my first time ever sucking a man, the bliss on his face told me I wasn’t doing a bad job of it at all. I opened my mouth wide and nearly swallowed his full length before sliding my lips down his shaft to his sensitive tip, sucking at the same time. He groaned and threaded his free hand into my hair, guiding me farther up, until his entire length choked me. The force of his hand abated, but his hips rocked with my motion until we matched speed.

  His breathing quickened. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as hot cum spurted into my mouth in a shocking wave.

  I started to pull away but his hand kept me in place as the salty semen filled my mouth until I was forced to swallow. He groaned in response, and I sucked until there was nothing left.

  His grip loosened, and I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I took him in, from his satiated gaze down to his heaving chest to his trembling leg still holding him up, all the way down to where I chopped his limb off. The skin was pale and stretched and the stitches had dissolved, but the angry scar still traversed where he’d been sewn together. I reached out, touching his thigh right above his knee, and looked back up at him.

  “I love you,” I said. “All of you.”

  It was as if those words were the right elixir, because he pulled me to my feet and kissed me like I was the sexiest woman on earth. He maneuvered us to the bed and climbed on top of me. When the kiss broke, the fire in his eyes left me as breathless as his touch.

  He crawled down my body, kissing, nipping, caressing until he settled between my legs. His tongue erased all thought from my brain, and I melted into the sensations. He kept flicking my clit over and over until I panted, and my own juices trickled down the backs of my thighs and ass.

  When he finally pulled away, he said, “Hands and knees,” while rolling me over.

  I obeyed and he was there, filling me with such force I let out a gasp and a groan and nearly collapsed onto my elbows. He grabbed my hips and pounded, hard, filling me with such bravado, I wondered if I’d be able to walk in the morning. That thought vanished as he hit my g-spot and I came harder than I thought possible.

  “Holy fuck!” I screamed as it tore through every cell, clenching every muscle. I fell onto my elbows, burying my face into the pillow to drown out the rest of my moan.

  Jaden’s moans weren’t any quieter, and I started to giggle. He collapsed on top of me out of breath, his entire form trembling. I stretched out under him, and he kissed my neck.

  “Why are you laughing?” he asked.

  “Because between the two of us, we could wake the dead,” I said, turning my face away from the pillow.

  He started chuckling in my ear. “You are probably right. It’s a good thing we are on the top floor. Otherwise they would have called for the authorities already.”

  My laugh turned into an all out guffaw, and I shook with it. I wasn’t the only one laughing, either. Jaden rolled with me so we were tucked together spooning and still coupled, his arms wrapped around me as he laughed into my ear.

  “I guess you found some energy reserves.” I chuckled and turned my head so I could see him. Unfortunately, my motion forced him out, and we both whined in unis
on.

  “Yeah,” he said as his laughter faded into a yawn. “But now I’m truly spent.”

  My energy levels were tapped as well, and the idea of falling asleep in his arms was dreamlike.

  “I’m afraid to go to sleep,” I whispered, even though the sandman was knocking on my door in a furious attempt to pull me under.

  Jaden shifted and propped himself up on his elbow. “Why?”

  I rolled onto my back and palmed his cheek. “Because if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”

  “Go to sleep. I promise you will wake in my arms, and we can eat our breakfast in bed tomorrow and every day after, if that’s what you want.”

  “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine before settling back into the disheveled sheets with me in his arms. Just before I slipped into slumber, he whispered, “I love you, Star.”

  I smiled and mumbled ‘love you’ back before I fell asleep, dreaming of a future where Jaden and I chased after a houseful of children.

  THE END

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  About the Author

  J.E. Taylor is an award winning author, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife, a business analyst, and a Supernatural fangirl, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:

  “Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?”

  From that moment on, she hasn’t looked back.

  In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing, Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory E-zine, an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror.

  She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine.

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