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wouldn't take his money and fail to deliver.
With the weight of that worry off his mind, Jai refocused on Mieli. His long and unnatural silence had unnerved her, and she was watching him with fearful eyes. Vivid memories of her carnal response the night before made his body harden and swell. She had shuddered in pleasure before, and by Hai, she would do it again.
EVERY MOMENT THAT passed tied Mieli's stomach into knots. The silence had become loud, filled with the hard thunder of her heartbeat and the harsh sound of her breathing.
It had been hard to watch him prepare their camp. Jai's body was a study in power—and violence. Warm, copper-toned skin was stretched tight over a frame liberally padded with muscles. Disturbing images of what that kind of strength could do to her much smaller body made her sick to her stomach.
At last he was finished and stood to face her. Mieli turned her head down, unable to look into his eyes. Several long moments passed in complete silence and stillness. Unable to stand the tension, she raised her gaze to his.
The ruthless, cold gaze on her did little to ease the tightness in her chest. Instead of the assault she had half expected, Jai seemed to be studying her. He stood only a yard or so away, and regarded her with a most cunning expression.
After what seemed an eternity of uncertainty and fear, he approached her slowly. Mieli tensed, but he only came a few steps, then stopped. A moment passed, and then he held out his hand, as if to ask that she put her hand in his. The surprise made her thoughts slow, and she struggled for a way to respond to the unexpected request.
Not an order after all, but a choice. What was he asking her for? What would she be accepting if she placed her palm in his? Confused and upset, she wondered what he would do if she refused.
Refuse? The voice in Mieli's head sounded incredulous. And why not? This was her big chance, the moment she'd been working for. He wanted her, and instead of just taking, he was asking for her cooperation. She was not a victim; she was a survivor. And if she put her hand in his, she would have an identity in this new and terrifying world. Not a doctor, as she might have hoped, but a lover to this man.
With more certainty that she was feeling, Mieli placed her palm to Jai's and looked up into his icy blue eyes. This was the time to cement their relationship and to prove to him how much better off he would be for keeping her around. She could not let Kyre's attack poison her mind with useless worries. Her goal firmly in mind, she stepped forward to bring her body close to his.
Careful to keep her eyes on his face, she used both hands to work the fastenings down the front of his mended suit. When she reached the front of his pants, the rigid shape of his cock was obvious. Once the last clasp was freed, the thick length sprang eagerly into her palms. Mieli gave it one slow stroke and then reached for the hem of her shift, dragging it off over her head to drop it on the ground.
There was no way to remove his clothes without his cooperation, and she didn't want to break the spell of the moment. He watched her as if he were hungry, his gaze coasting over her body from breast to hip. Emboldened by his avid attention, she ran her hands lightly over her chest. Her fingertips grazed the soft peaks of her nipples, and he sucked in a breath. Mieli watched his responses as she teased herself until the tips of her breasts were pebbled and tight.
While he watched her, Jai's breathing had deepened, and the tension in his body was palpable. The erection she had touched only briefly was thrust high, almost flush to his body, and the visible throb of blood beneath his skin was a testament to the urgency of his desire.
She half expected him to ravage her at any moment, but he only watched, as if he'd never seen a woman touch herself. Certain now that he was caught up in her display, Mieli turned and retrieved the blanket that lay forgotten on the
With the weight of that worry off his mind, Jai refocused on Mieli. His long and unnatural silence had unnerved her, and she was watching him with fearful eyes. Vivid memories of her carnal response the night before made his body harden and swell. She had shuddered in pleasure before, and by Hai, she would do it again.
EVERY MOMENT THAT passed tied Mieli's stomach into knots. The silence had become loud, filled with the hard thunder of her heartbeat and the harsh sound of her breathing.
It had been hard to watch him prepare their camp. Jai's body was a study in power—and violence. Warm, copper-toned skin was stretched tight over a frame liberally padded with muscles. Disturbing images of what that kind of strength could do to her much smaller body made her sick to her stomach.
At last he was finished and stood to face her. Mieli turned her head down, unable to look into his eyes. Several long moments passed in complete silence and stillness. Unable to stand the tension, she raised her gaze to his.
The ruthless, cold gaze on her did little to ease the tightness in her chest. Instead of the assault she had half expected, Jai seemed to be studying her. He stood only a yard or so away, and regarded her with a most cunning expression.
After what seemed an eternity of uncertainty and fear, he approached her slowly. Mieli tensed, but he only came a few steps, then stopped. A moment passed, and then he held out his hand, as if to ask that she put her hand in his. The surprise made her thoughts slow, and she struggled for a way to respond to the unexpected request.
Not an order after all, but a choice. What was he asking her for? What would she be accepting if she placed her palm in his? Confused and upset, she wondered what he would do if she refused.
Refuse? The voice in Mieli's head sounded incredulous. And why not? This was her big chance, the moment she'd been working for. He wanted her, and instead of just taking, he was asking for her cooperation. She was not a victim; she was a survivor. And if she put her hand in his, she would have an identity in this new and terrifying world. Not a doctor, as she might have hoped, but a lover to this man.
With more certainty that she was feeling, Mieli placed her palm to Jai's and looked up into his icy blue eyes. This was the time to cement their relationship and to prove to him how much better off he would be for keeping her around. She could not let Kyre's attack poison her mind with useless worries. Her goal firmly in mind, she stepped forward to bring her body close to his.
Careful to keep her eyes on his face, she used both hands to work the fastenings down the front of his mended suit. When she reached the front of his pants, the rigid shape of his cock was obvious. Once the last clasp was freed, the thick length sprang eagerly into her palms. Mieli gave it one slow stroke and then reached for the hem of her shift, dragging it off over her head to drop it on the ground.
There was no way to remove his clothes without his cooperation, and she didn't want to break the spell of the moment. He watched her as if he were hungry, his gaze coasting over her body from breast to hip. Emboldened by his avid attention, she ran her hands lightly over her chest. Her fingertips grazed the soft peaks of her nipples, and he sucked in a breath. Mieli watched his responses as she teased herself until the tips of her breasts were pebbled and tight.
While he watched her, Jai's breathing had deepened, and the tension in his body was palpable. The erection she had touched only briefly was thrust high, almost flush to his body, and the visible throb of blood beneath his skin was a testament to the urgency of his desire.
She half expected him to ravage her at any moment, but he only watched, as if he'd never seen a woman touch herself. Certain now that he was caught up in her display, Mieli turned and retrieved the blanket that lay forgotten on the
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