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loud.
Jayla laughed in a light breathless sound. Kartel, he saw, was also riveted as the material slid past her hips and the smooth mounds of her buttocks to fall at her feet. The veil of her pale hair brushed those enticing curves. For a moment, though nude, she didn’t turn to face them but looked back over her shoulder. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded.
Normally he didn’t follow orders very readily, but in this case…
“Yes, your royal highness,” he said mockingly. Damon obediently stood and disrobed with swift, efficient movements, stifling a groan as he eased his pants over his stiff, throbbing penis.
He needed her. He’d always needed her. Kartel merely watched them, his expression both interested and faintly amused.
Then, Jayla turned around. Damon knew she was beautiful, but he had to admit his breath caught in his throat, and if possible, he hardened even more. As children they’d quarreled and played together. As adults, everything had changed.
Long, graceful legs, a slim waist, firm, high breasts, that halo of shining hair…she was a perfect female, or at least in his opinion she was fashioned exactly as he wanted. The cleft between her legs was bare, and he couldn’t wait to touch, to taste, to join with her and feel the exquisite tightness of her around his aching cock.
He was as bad at patience as he was at taking orders. In two strides he was close enough to sweep her up into his arms, ignoring her small inarticulate sound of outrage as he stalked through the doorway. He gave his surroundings a cursory glance—he hadn’t been in her private sleeping quarters since they were much younger—and deposited her on the bed. He followed her down, pinning her to the bed with his much larger body though he kept his weight carefully balanced. One finger traced the lower curve of her lip as he stared into her green eyes. “I always wondered what I’d say at this moment.”
“Something irritating no doubt.” Jayla teased, but she ran a hand over his shoulder in a slow journey of her fingers that was both a caress and a tentative exploration. “You have a knack for it.”
He had to smile. “What if I told you that I dream about you all the time? Wet dreams, naturally.”
“I’d say I’m glad I’m not the one who changes the bedding in your quarters.” Jayla spoke tartly, but her cheeks had taken on a flush of excitement and, against his bare chest, her breasts were tight.
One of the things he loved about her was her sense of humor even in the face of being raised in an environment where protocol was strictly enforced. “Hmm,” he said noncommittally, lowering his head, “they are very wicked dreams.” He licked her lower lip. “Shall I show you how to be very, very wicked, Jay?”
“That sounds interesting,” Kartel drawled in his even voice.
Damon glanced up and saw the new consort of Anasta unfastening his tunic. He was also obviously aroused, the bulge in his pants evident. Damon smiled darkly. “Absolutely. Let’s make this a night she’ll remember forever.”
* * * *
There were two of them, much larger, both imposingly male. Jayla was glad she’d accepted from her cousin a lozenge that Delia told her would not only enhance the sexual experience but also ease any discomfort from her earlier experience with Marc. She’d inserted it into her vaginal passage when she’d excused herself, anticipating another joining. Even now, she felt warm and wet between her legs and a sort of fierce inner excitement that both startled and intrigued her.
They knew what to do and she was a novice—that point was not arguable. But she’d enjoyed it when Damon had kissed her, and even more when Marc had coaxed from her body that remarkable physical pleasure, and the idea of both of them touching her made a shiver run up her spine.
Marc with his compelling charisma, and Damon with his intense passion. Two very different males, who would be undoubtedly very different
Jayla laughed in a light breathless sound. Kartel, he saw, was also riveted as the material slid past her hips and the smooth mounds of her buttocks to fall at her feet. The veil of her pale hair brushed those enticing curves. For a moment, though nude, she didn’t turn to face them but looked back over her shoulder. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded.
Normally he didn’t follow orders very readily, but in this case…
“Yes, your royal highness,” he said mockingly. Damon obediently stood and disrobed with swift, efficient movements, stifling a groan as he eased his pants over his stiff, throbbing penis.
He needed her. He’d always needed her. Kartel merely watched them, his expression both interested and faintly amused.
Then, Jayla turned around. Damon knew she was beautiful, but he had to admit his breath caught in his throat, and if possible, he hardened even more. As children they’d quarreled and played together. As adults, everything had changed.
Long, graceful legs, a slim waist, firm, high breasts, that halo of shining hair…she was a perfect female, or at least in his opinion she was fashioned exactly as he wanted. The cleft between her legs was bare, and he couldn’t wait to touch, to taste, to join with her and feel the exquisite tightness of her around his aching cock.
He was as bad at patience as he was at taking orders. In two strides he was close enough to sweep her up into his arms, ignoring her small inarticulate sound of outrage as he stalked through the doorway. He gave his surroundings a cursory glance—he hadn’t been in her private sleeping quarters since they were much younger—and deposited her on the bed. He followed her down, pinning her to the bed with his much larger body though he kept his weight carefully balanced. One finger traced the lower curve of her lip as he stared into her green eyes. “I always wondered what I’d say at this moment.”
“Something irritating no doubt.” Jayla teased, but she ran a hand over his shoulder in a slow journey of her fingers that was both a caress and a tentative exploration. “You have a knack for it.”
He had to smile. “What if I told you that I dream about you all the time? Wet dreams, naturally.”
“I’d say I’m glad I’m not the one who changes the bedding in your quarters.” Jayla spoke tartly, but her cheeks had taken on a flush of excitement and, against his bare chest, her breasts were tight.
One of the things he loved about her was her sense of humor even in the face of being raised in an environment where protocol was strictly enforced. “Hmm,” he said noncommittally, lowering his head, “they are very wicked dreams.” He licked her lower lip. “Shall I show you how to be very, very wicked, Jay?”
“That sounds interesting,” Kartel drawled in his even voice.
Damon glanced up and saw the new consort of Anasta unfastening his tunic. He was also obviously aroused, the bulge in his pants evident. Damon smiled darkly. “Absolutely. Let’s make this a night she’ll remember forever.”
* * * *
There were two of them, much larger, both imposingly male. Jayla was glad she’d accepted from her cousin a lozenge that Delia told her would not only enhance the sexual experience but also ease any discomfort from her earlier experience with Marc. She’d inserted it into her vaginal passage when she’d excused herself, anticipating another joining. Even now, she felt warm and wet between her legs and a sort of fierce inner excitement that both startled and intrigued her.
They knew what to do and she was a novice—that point was not arguable. But she’d enjoyed it when Damon had kissed her, and even more when Marc had coaxed from her body that remarkable physical pleasure, and the idea of both of them touching her made a shiver run up her spine.
Marc with his compelling charisma, and Damon with his intense passion. Two very different males, who would be undoubtedly very different
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