Starlit Throne - Chapter 8: Yours, Entirely
English Version
Rating: M/E
Genres: Romantasy | Sci-Fi | Slow Burn | Space Opera | Fated Mates
Summary:
Cassia Harper thought her biggest struggles were making rent, keeping up with Brighton’s fashion scene, and selling enough handmade crafts to help her family. But when a mysterious, brooding soldier-for-hire with pointed ears crashes into her life, everything changes.
Her past isn’t what she thought. The father she barely remembers wasn’t just some distant traveler and the pin she wears every day? Not just an antique!
Now, with assassins on her trail and a protector who refuses to claim her (even though the tension between them is scorching), Cassia has to decide: will she run from her destiny or rise to it?
Expect:
🔥 Slow-burn with intense tension (and several many very hot payoffs 😏)
🐺 Cosmic pointed-eared protector (who knows she’s his mate but refuses to act on it... at first)
👑 Galactic politics
🌌 A space opera filled with action, smut & drama
🛸 Brighton, UK meets the stars
The hum of the ship was the only sound as Dain guided me through the corridor, his hand warm and steady at the small of my back.
We hadn’t spoken since the kiss. The kiss that he had started. The kiss that had shattered whatever wall he'd spent a lifetime building. But now his silence wasn’t distant—it was tense, thick with something else entirely.
We reached a door that slid open with a gentle hiss. The room inside was dim, lit only by soft strips of amber light along the walls. The bed I had used to sleep waiting for me.
I turned slowly to face him, heart thudding. "So... what are we doing here, exactly?"
His jaw tightened. He stepped closer, but didn’t touch me.
"You kissed me," he said quietly.
"You kissed me back."
Something flickered in his expression—heat, hesitation, fear. He closed the distance between us until I had to tilt my head to meet his eyes.
"I shouldn’t want you," he said, voice rough, low. "I was created for war. For killing. Not for this. Not… Not for you."
My hands found the edge of his shirt. "But you do."
A beat.
Then he whispered, like it hurt, "Yes."
I pulled his shirt up slowly, fingertips brushing his stomach. His skin was warm, taut, laced with faint scars and glowing ink-like lines that pulsed softly—markings I hadn’t noticed until now. He didn’t stop me. He just watched, breathing heavier with every second.
"You think I don’t want this too?" I murmured.
He swallowed. His hands rose but hovered near my arms, like he was afraid to touch me.
So I took his wrists and guided them to my waist.
That was all it took.
He growled softly—more vibration than sound—and lifted me into his arms, crossing the room in three strides before lowering me gently onto the bed. The lights dimmed automatically, a soft glow casting gold across his face.
He looked down at me like I was sacred.
"Cassia," he breathed.
"Yes."
He kissed me like I was ethereal, like he wanted to make me material. It was slow, reverent, maddening. His hands skimmed my body like he was learning me, memorizing every curve. And god, he was sweet—so incredibly gentle. If you wonder how you can undo a girl, this is how…
"You can’t break me," I whispered into his neck.
He shuddered. Then kissed lower.
His mouth trailed down the line of my throat, over my collarbone, lower still. He paused often, almost reverently, pressing his lips to the softest parts of my skin. By the time he reached my hips, I was trembling with anticipation.
And then—he parted my thighs with a touch so tender it made me ache.
I gasped as his mouth met me—hot, deliberate, devastating. Dain took his time, slow and focused, like this was the most important thing he’d ever done. He moved with purpose, reading every sound I made like a map, like a promise. I gripped the sheets, panting, a sob of pleasure leaving my lips as heat coiled tight and deep inside me.
"Dain," I moaned.
He kissed his way back up my body, and by the time he hovered above me, I was dizzy with need.
But he hesitated.
"Cassia..."
I reached up, cupping his face. "Don’t overthink it. Just be with me."
Then I kissed him, deep and urgent, pouring everything I had into that kiss. And finally—finally—he let go.
He entered me slowly, with exquisite care, as though he still feared hurting me. And god, it was everything. We moved together like we were made for this—like our bodies had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
He buried his face in my neck, groaning my name like a prayer. I held him closer, fingers sliding through his hair.
And then—without warning—I felt the press of his teeth against my shoulder.
A sharp sting.
"Dain!" I gasped.
It wasn’t pain. Not exactly. It was heat—a rush of something primal and electric, tearing through me in waves.
And before I could think, before I could stop myself, I bit him back.
My teeth found the base of his neck. I sank in instinctively, drawn by a force I didn’t understand. And then he froze.
He pulled back just enough to stare down at me, stunned. "You... you bit me."
"I didn’t mean to. It just... happened." I hesitated. "But you bit me first, too."
His eyes flared. And then he kissed me again, slower now, but something had changed. I couldn’t point at what. I just felt it.
The air felt heavier. The connection, deeper.
"You bonded," he whispered. "You weren’t supposed to be able to..."
But I had. Whatever bonding was.
His hands gripped my waist as he moved inside me again, but now there was no restraint. Only worship. Only need. Only us. Then a rush overcame me and I came so deeply, so strongly, I took him with me. He growled when he came, burying his face in my neck.
When we finally stilled, breathless and tangled in each other, the ship’s hum filled the silence.
He didn’t speak for a while. Neither did I.
And then—
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I smiled, eyes still closed. "I’m glowing. Literally, probably."
He laughed softly. The sound was... real. Unpracticed. Like he’d never done it before.
I opened my eyes. He was watching me like I held the stars.
He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek, his fingers trailing down my jaw.
"I never thought I’d find you," he said. "I never thought I deserved to."
I cupped his face. It was now that I was speechless. I had seduced an unknown alien and I felt like I had known him for my whole life.
He kissed me again, softer this time.
And for the first time, I felt whole.
Glossary – Chapter 8
Reverent – Showing deep respect or admiration. (Reverente, con profunda admiración.)
Restraint – Control or self-discipline in emotions or actions. (Contención, autocontrol.)
Instinct – Natural impulse or reaction. (Instinto.)
Mate bond – A deep, soul-level connection between romantic partners, often magical. (Vínculo de pareja predestinada.)
Worship – To treat someone with deep love and admiration. (Adorar, venerar profundamente.)
Anchoring – Holding someone steady, emotionally or physically. (Anclar, dar estabilidad emocional o física.)
Groaned – Made a deep sound expressing pleasure or pain. (Gimió.)
Shuddered – Trembled or shook from emotion or physical sensation. (Se estremeció.)