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Authors: KyAnn Waters, Tarah Scott
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waves from contact with the glass. The piece glowed in her hand, a natural conduit to channel her element. She settled back against him, holding the dildo as if fondling newly formed molten glass was the most natural thing in the world. It was.
For her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered and grasped his hand.
He entwined his fingers with hers around the phallus. The glass should have burned his hand. Instead, it cooled with his touch. His heart pounded. How was he able to touch fire? They hadn’t bonded. Her element hadn’t emerged, yet she controlled the heat so that he could touch the glass. Was he wrong? Had her element emerged? No! He had to touch her one more time.
Erion slid the dildo through her drenched curls, parted her folds, and rubbed the end against her clit. Cream sizzled on the glass, and the sweet scent of her warm juices rose in the air. She hissed and rocked against the glass, attempting to impale herself on it. Fire arced from the furnace.
Erion gave a low laugh. “Easy, baby. Not so fast.”
She reached between her legs. “I have to come.”
He resisted the force of her fire as it drew wind from his being. Holding the dildo between her pussy lips, he denied her the orgasm she desperately sought. With his free hand, he tugged her shirt over her head.
Cream coated the glass as he rubbed it back and forth against her folds. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Erion set the dildo beside Kenna, then picked her up and gently laid her on the marver. Eyes on her face, he yanked off her jeans and thong, then grasped the phallus and eased it deep into her channel. Kenna’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she bowed off the table. Bending over her, he blew on her soaked pussy.
Red and blue colored cane on a shelf to their left began to melt in a slow drizzle. In the corner, water bubbled in the ten-gallon dispenser. Erion glanced back at her. Kenna heated everything near her, including his blood.
He rubbed the dildo against her, eased the thick glass between her legs until she writhed on the table and cried out in a language he understood all too well. Desperation clawed at his conscience. The instinct to mate was surfacing.
He funneled a tiny extension of his air to her. Wind gusted through the rafters. Fire popped in the kiln. Erion rammed the glass fast and deep. Amber light radiated from Kenna’s flesh. Blinding flashes burned his eyes, but he couldn’t tear his stare from the dildo. The glass glowed with the iridescence of the northern lights. Her emerging fire…her life force. He had never witnessed the Giris so intimately, and he never would again. This woman was his.
They’d begun the mating process.
Careful . Her need to mate would compel him to give his spark . Strong, determined, beautiful. His . The thought rocked him to his core. Could he claim the woman and deny his mate?
“Erion.”
Hunger to feast and the inability to refuse her demands answered the question. Erion pulled the dildo from her pussy and fastened his mouth to her clit. Sliding his tongue between her folds, he drank from her scorching pussy. Her hips lifted off the table and thrust against his mouth. Erion eased away and plunged the dildo back into her channel, then brought his mouth to her again and flicked her clit with his tongue. Sweet, tangy flavors floated across his palate. He lapped at her cream, savored her essence.
Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to dip into the tangled thoughts ricocheting in her mind. Time halted. She merged. Breath caught in his throat. A scream tore through her mind. “Erion!”
“Fiera,” he answered before realizing he’d called her by the Element name he had no right to give.
He ripped the dildo from her channel. Glass sizzled against his palm. He tossed it aside. The clatter of the glass rang high in unison with the fly of his jeans as he yanked down the zipper and shoved them down his thighs.
“Ohhh.” She lifted her hips and gave several hard, quick
For her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered and grasped his hand.
He entwined his fingers with hers around the phallus. The glass should have burned his hand. Instead, it cooled with his touch. His heart pounded. How was he able to touch fire? They hadn’t bonded. Her element hadn’t emerged, yet she controlled the heat so that he could touch the glass. Was he wrong? Had her element emerged? No! He had to touch her one more time.
Erion slid the dildo through her drenched curls, parted her folds, and rubbed the end against her clit. Cream sizzled on the glass, and the sweet scent of her warm juices rose in the air. She hissed and rocked against the glass, attempting to impale herself on it. Fire arced from the furnace.
Erion gave a low laugh. “Easy, baby. Not so fast.”
She reached between her legs. “I have to come.”
He resisted the force of her fire as it drew wind from his being. Holding the dildo between her pussy lips, he denied her the orgasm she desperately sought. With his free hand, he tugged her shirt over her head.
Cream coated the glass as he rubbed it back and forth against her folds. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Erion set the dildo beside Kenna, then picked her up and gently laid her on the marver. Eyes on her face, he yanked off her jeans and thong, then grasped the phallus and eased it deep into her channel. Kenna’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she bowed off the table. Bending over her, he blew on her soaked pussy.
Red and blue colored cane on a shelf to their left began to melt in a slow drizzle. In the corner, water bubbled in the ten-gallon dispenser. Erion glanced back at her. Kenna heated everything near her, including his blood.
He rubbed the dildo against her, eased the thick glass between her legs until she writhed on the table and cried out in a language he understood all too well. Desperation clawed at his conscience. The instinct to mate was surfacing.
He funneled a tiny extension of his air to her. Wind gusted through the rafters. Fire popped in the kiln. Erion rammed the glass fast and deep. Amber light radiated from Kenna’s flesh. Blinding flashes burned his eyes, but he couldn’t tear his stare from the dildo. The glass glowed with the iridescence of the northern lights. Her emerging fire…her life force. He had never witnessed the Giris so intimately, and he never would again. This woman was his.
They’d begun the mating process.
Careful . Her need to mate would compel him to give his spark . Strong, determined, beautiful. His . The thought rocked him to his core. Could he claim the woman and deny his mate?
“Erion.”
Hunger to feast and the inability to refuse her demands answered the question. Erion pulled the dildo from her pussy and fastened his mouth to her clit. Sliding his tongue between her folds, he drank from her scorching pussy. Her hips lifted off the table and thrust against his mouth. Erion eased away and plunged the dildo back into her channel, then brought his mouth to her again and flicked her clit with his tongue. Sweet, tangy flavors floated across his palate. He lapped at her cream, savored her essence.
Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to dip into the tangled thoughts ricocheting in her mind. Time halted. She merged. Breath caught in his throat. A scream tore through her mind. “Erion!”
“Fiera,” he answered before realizing he’d called her by the Element name he had no right to give.
He ripped the dildo from her channel. Glass sizzled against his palm. He tossed it aside. The clatter of the glass rang high in unison with the fly of his jeans as he yanked down the zipper and shoved them down his thighs.
“Ohhh.” She lifted her hips and gave several hard, quick
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