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This was his way of closing our circle in the most vicious way
possible.”
“Trust me, Eluria. You’ve been in my visions
always, even after the Nanus process. The block should have destroyed
everything Before. Your memory—our connection—is that strong.” Again, he
captured her lips, commanding her acceptance of him. He slid his hands along
the length of her back to rest at her hip, molding her to him. She felt his
hard arousal and her passionate radiance broke free.
The fire he lit surged, and denial of need
could no longer be accepted. She yearned for his touch and bent to him, needing
to recapture the past that should have been theirs.
He raised his head to pierce her with the glow of his fiery
passion. “You’re mine, Eluria Zydon,” he growled. “And I’m determined to make
sure you never forget it.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Devon picked Eluria up and carried her into
the other chamber. Laying her on the bedroll, he opened her skinsuit and
quickly peeled it from her body.
When she was fully revealed, every inch of
skin open to his touch, Devon sat back, gazing at her. He lifted a hand. With
his index finger he traced a line from her shoulder down, across the full mound
of her breast. He lingered at the blushing areola, circled and teased her
nipple, until it beaded tightly. As though satisfied with the response of her
body, he slid his finger down the curve to the sensitive underside her brast,
tracing its fullness. He hesitated, a look of wonder on his face.
“I like touching you. My body responds to the
sight of your form. Your skin is soft as the rozanna petals. Like silk. I’ve
never felt pleasure in touching before. Not for a very long time.” His tone
seemed to be one of surprise.
“I’ve dreamed of you too, Devon. Are you
shocked to find you enjoy touching me?”
He resumed the sensual exploration with his
finger. Did he plan to trace every inch of her skin? Every spot his finger came
in contact with seemed to draw a path of electrical energy, arousing her more
than she thought possible by such light contact. Nerve-endings sparked inside
her, as though each one fired individually as his finger slid along her body.
Devon’s gaze followed the trail of his digit
as he drew a path over each new contour. His finger ignited her as he traced
her curves, he studied her flesh, as he exquisitely traced, relearning, his
finger a painter’s brush, as it rose and dipped through each arc of new
discovery, stopping only to investigate the most sensitive peaks and valleys,
noting her response. It was as though he sought to memorize and inflame every
inch of her body.
“It’s always been a duty,” he murmured.
“Enforcers don’t feel passion or arousal. What I feel now, when I touch you, is
new. It was aggression through which I achieved erection for sensual
persuasion. Used only as a means to complete the mission.” His gaze rose to
meet hers as his finger trailed over her stomach to linger at her mound. “Not
the pleasure I experience at touching your skin, seeing your response.”
The bliss she felt at the caress of his hands
had her arching to know more. This teasing touch was driving her to the edge of
madness.
“Devon, please—” Eluria’s radiance fluttered
and pulsed in shades of shimmering gold and creamy yellow around her, a very
blatant indication of the intensity of her female desire. Restlessly, she
writhed beneath him. Through slitted lids, she looked at him. “What do you
feel? Do you desire me, Devon?” Symion, his fingers were driving her crazy.
He continued to stroke her body, but never
touching her feminine center. “I’ve always desired you, Eluria.” He bent closer
to her. His long, ice-white hair drifted over her sensitized breasts, flirtatious,
caressing.
Tangling her fingers in the thick, silky
layers, she pulled him down to within an inch of kissing. “I’ve hungered for
you always, Devon. This deep ache inside me has never been satisfied by
possible.”
“Trust me, Eluria. You’ve been in my visions
always, even after the Nanus process. The block should have destroyed
everything Before. Your memory—our connection—is that strong.” Again, he
captured her lips, commanding her acceptance of him. He slid his hands along
the length of her back to rest at her hip, molding her to him. She felt his
hard arousal and her passionate radiance broke free.
The fire he lit surged, and denial of need
could no longer be accepted. She yearned for his touch and bent to him, needing
to recapture the past that should have been theirs.
He raised his head to pierce her with the glow of his fiery
passion. “You’re mine, Eluria Zydon,” he growled. “And I’m determined to make
sure you never forget it.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Devon picked Eluria up and carried her into
the other chamber. Laying her on the bedroll, he opened her skinsuit and
quickly peeled it from her body.
When she was fully revealed, every inch of
skin open to his touch, Devon sat back, gazing at her. He lifted a hand. With
his index finger he traced a line from her shoulder down, across the full mound
of her breast. He lingered at the blushing areola, circled and teased her
nipple, until it beaded tightly. As though satisfied with the response of her
body, he slid his finger down the curve to the sensitive underside her brast,
tracing its fullness. He hesitated, a look of wonder on his face.
“I like touching you. My body responds to the
sight of your form. Your skin is soft as the rozanna petals. Like silk. I’ve
never felt pleasure in touching before. Not for a very long time.” His tone
seemed to be one of surprise.
“I’ve dreamed of you too, Devon. Are you
shocked to find you enjoy touching me?”
He resumed the sensual exploration with his
finger. Did he plan to trace every inch of her skin? Every spot his finger came
in contact with seemed to draw a path of electrical energy, arousing her more
than she thought possible by such light contact. Nerve-endings sparked inside
her, as though each one fired individually as his finger slid along her body.
Devon’s gaze followed the trail of his digit
as he drew a path over each new contour. His finger ignited her as he traced
her curves, he studied her flesh, as he exquisitely traced, relearning, his
finger a painter’s brush, as it rose and dipped through each arc of new
discovery, stopping only to investigate the most sensitive peaks and valleys,
noting her response. It was as though he sought to memorize and inflame every
inch of her body.
“It’s always been a duty,” he murmured.
“Enforcers don’t feel passion or arousal. What I feel now, when I touch you, is
new. It was aggression through which I achieved erection for sensual
persuasion. Used only as a means to complete the mission.” His gaze rose to
meet hers as his finger trailed over her stomach to linger at her mound. “Not
the pleasure I experience at touching your skin, seeing your response.”
The bliss she felt at the caress of his hands
had her arching to know more. This teasing touch was driving her to the edge of
madness.
“Devon, please—” Eluria’s radiance fluttered
and pulsed in shades of shimmering gold and creamy yellow around her, a very
blatant indication of the intensity of her female desire. Restlessly, she
writhed beneath him. Through slitted lids, she looked at him. “What do you
feel? Do you desire me, Devon?” Symion, his fingers were driving her crazy.
He continued to stroke her body, but never
touching her feminine center. “I’ve always desired you, Eluria.” He bent closer
to her. His long, ice-white hair drifted over her sensitized breasts, flirtatious,
caressing.
Tangling her fingers in the thick, silky
layers, she pulled him down to within an inch of kissing. “I’ve hungered for
you always, Devon. This deep ache inside me has never been satisfied by
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