hills.
“Don’t taunt me, Hydra. I am no longer bound by my vows as Guardian.” His dark whisper in her ear sent a shiver through her.
Twenty minutes later, she was tied to the bed, and he was stroking her with fingers that enjoyed every inch of what they touched. She watched him cautiously and tried to move away.
Heat flared under his hands, and she moaned when he cupped her sex.
She watched the sensual cruelty as it lit his eyes, and she shivered again. In her bedroom, the difference between a superhero and a villain was the amount of resistance she was willing to put into her reaction.
The next hour passed as he teased her until she wept. He mounted her and thrust hard and fast until she screamed and he roared his release.
Curled against her, her limbs still wearing the silks that had tied her, she heard him ask, “Are you sure you will not mind life in the court?” She laughed. “I am sure I will mind it, but as long as I have a place to escape to and you come with me now and then, I will be fine. I will have the entire Nyal archive at my disposal. There isn’t one bit of data to be withheld and that is something that holds as much attraction for me as you do.” She ran her hand down his hip and patted his buttock. He flexed under her hand.
“We are on the way for a much longer journey together.” He held her hand, palm to palm with his.
“I look forward it. I will look forward to anything with you.” It sounded so trite, but after three years with him, there was a trust that only fluctuated while they were having airborne sex.
Fortunately, that was a fetish that he satisfied four times a year.
“Have I mentioned how lucky I am that you were determined to get that soup?” He chuckled.
“Once a week for the last three years.” She shoved him over and climbed on top of them. She squirmed her body slowly against his and whispered in a husky voice, “Go on, say it again, hero.”
He cupped her skull and pulled him to her for a kiss that scorched her toes and ended with him sliding inside her. As he arched and his cock pulsed inside her, she heard his whisper, “So very lucky.”
She had to agree, though she had yet to get the recipe perfect, this part of her life was doing just fine. She had a life, she had a family of sorts, and she had her hero.
Add the news that Cadian had given her that evening and life was indeed, just getting started.
Author’s Note
The first book in the Nyal Imperium was Burning Ceres . For a good description of the hows and wheres of Nyal culture, that is a good place to start.
Most of Enraptured also takes place in Nyal space.
Well, in the next book, Destined , we meet another group of Guardians and a Terran who can paint your destiny with your portrait. She doesn’t get to finish many of them, but she starts quite a few before an off-duty Guardian comes to her door and asks for her to paint his portrait. When she finds her own face appearing at his side, she tries to stop, but he insists that she finish what she started, and now, the shoe is on the other foot.
Is she willing to show him his destiny when hers is tied tightly to it?
Tune in next time for Destined.
(By the way, this book rode my brain like a slip-n-slide. I hope it doesn’t show.) Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time.
Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies
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