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Authors: Alvania Scarborough
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Tonight he’d prove exactly where her place was and who commanded her
body.
And his.
When he was naked, he pulled the sheet down to the foot of
the bed. He put one knee on the bed but hesitated to get fully on it.
Krel, he wanted her. So much it scared him, yet he couldn’t
help but touch her.
He unlaced the ties of her nightdress, carefully so as not
to wake her, and opened it, his breath catching in his throat from the vision
of her naked flesh. Her firm breasts were just large enough to fit into the
palm of his hand. He cupped one in his right hand, her skin pale and smooth
compared to his. It felt so right.
She shifted and sighed under his touch.
Darias slid his hand down, slowly undoing the gown as he
went.
Riana moved her legs restlessly, opening them even though
still asleep.
The triangle of darker red hair and the deep shadow between
her slightly parted legs sent blood coursing through his veins. His breathing
became fast and unsteady.
He lowered his head and touched his mouth to the side of her
neck. Her scent filled his head. She smelled like the crystal flame, a rare
flower that bloomed only at night around a single, high mountain lake deep in
the heart of the jungle. A scent that was both provocatively sweet and woodsy.
He braced his hands on either side of her body, trailing his mouth to the
hollow of her throat. Darias wasn’t sure he would survive this slow, steady
conquest, but he intended to try.
More than that, he had to prove it to himself.
He placed wet kisses down between the soft mounds of her
breasts. He raised his head and blew across her breasts.
Her nipples hardened immediately and she moaned.
Darias drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked. He moved
his hand between her thighs. Krel, she was wet already.
Then it came to him what he was doing. His head reared back
and he gritted his teeth as he fought for control. No, he would not behave in
this manner. He was Supreme Chief, not some untried youth who could not tame
his hormones and hold to Nexarian law. A law created centuries ago so that men
would not succumb to the debilitating lure of women.
Riana’s hand came up to cup his head in sleepy protest.
He resisted her urging to lower his head again.
“Darias?” She lifted long lashes, revealing a questioning
gaze darkened with passion. Darias covered her mouth with his, stilling the question.
Her tongue tangled with his. Her hand unerringly found his
cock and began caressing him.
Darias nearly shot up off the bed. He removed her hand from
his member, twining his fingers with hers, and pinned her hands to the
mattress.
She nibbled on his neck and her foot rubbed up the back of
his leg.
He slid down her body, ignoring her murmured objection that
changed to a purr when he placed his mouth on the back of her knee and painted
intricate patterns with his tongue. She curled her leg up and over his
shoulder, opening herself to him completely. The spicy scent of her arousal was
the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced.
Darias forgot about making slow love to Riana, he forgot
about making the point to her that he was in control, he even forgot the most
basic tenet that decreed such things were not allowed outside of punishment.
All he knew was that he had to have her.
He drew her clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue
before sucking strongly on it. He tested her readiness, slipping one finger
into her moist heat.
Her sheath closed, tight and hot, around him.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Threading his fingers through
hers and pressing them to the sheet on each side of her head, he surged up over
her body and thrust his cock into her in the same motion.
Riana’s hands tightened around his.
He pumped in and out of her sex, lost in her welcoming
warmth as it clung to his flesh. His balls drew up tight. Krel, no. No. Not
yet. Darias gritted his teeth as the base of his spine tingled, warning him of
impending release. “No,” he groaned as he lost the battle
body.
And his.
When he was naked, he pulled the sheet down to the foot of
the bed. He put one knee on the bed but hesitated to get fully on it.
Krel, he wanted her. So much it scared him, yet he couldn’t
help but touch her.
He unlaced the ties of her nightdress, carefully so as not
to wake her, and opened it, his breath catching in his throat from the vision
of her naked flesh. Her firm breasts were just large enough to fit into the
palm of his hand. He cupped one in his right hand, her skin pale and smooth
compared to his. It felt so right.
She shifted and sighed under his touch.
Darias slid his hand down, slowly undoing the gown as he
went.
Riana moved her legs restlessly, opening them even though
still asleep.
The triangle of darker red hair and the deep shadow between
her slightly parted legs sent blood coursing through his veins. His breathing
became fast and unsteady.
He lowered his head and touched his mouth to the side of her
neck. Her scent filled his head. She smelled like the crystal flame, a rare
flower that bloomed only at night around a single, high mountain lake deep in
the heart of the jungle. A scent that was both provocatively sweet and woodsy.
He braced his hands on either side of her body, trailing his mouth to the
hollow of her throat. Darias wasn’t sure he would survive this slow, steady
conquest, but he intended to try.
More than that, he had to prove it to himself.
He placed wet kisses down between the soft mounds of her
breasts. He raised his head and blew across her breasts.
Her nipples hardened immediately and she moaned.
Darias drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked. He moved
his hand between her thighs. Krel, she was wet already.
Then it came to him what he was doing. His head reared back
and he gritted his teeth as he fought for control. No, he would not behave in
this manner. He was Supreme Chief, not some untried youth who could not tame
his hormones and hold to Nexarian law. A law created centuries ago so that men
would not succumb to the debilitating lure of women.
Riana’s hand came up to cup his head in sleepy protest.
He resisted her urging to lower his head again.
“Darias?” She lifted long lashes, revealing a questioning
gaze darkened with passion. Darias covered her mouth with his, stilling the question.
Her tongue tangled with his. Her hand unerringly found his
cock and began caressing him.
Darias nearly shot up off the bed. He removed her hand from
his member, twining his fingers with hers, and pinned her hands to the
mattress.
She nibbled on his neck and her foot rubbed up the back of
his leg.
He slid down her body, ignoring her murmured objection that
changed to a purr when he placed his mouth on the back of her knee and painted
intricate patterns with his tongue. She curled her leg up and over his
shoulder, opening herself to him completely. The spicy scent of her arousal was
the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced.
Darias forgot about making slow love to Riana, he forgot
about making the point to her that he was in control, he even forgot the most
basic tenet that decreed such things were not allowed outside of punishment.
All he knew was that he had to have her.
He drew her clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue
before sucking strongly on it. He tested her readiness, slipping one finger
into her moist heat.
Her sheath closed, tight and hot, around him.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Threading his fingers through
hers and pressing them to the sheet on each side of her head, he surged up over
her body and thrust his cock into her in the same motion.
Riana’s hands tightened around his.
He pumped in and out of her sex, lost in her welcoming
warmth as it clung to his flesh. His balls drew up tight. Krel, no. No. Not
yet. Darias gritted his teeth as the base of his spine tingled, warning him of
impending release. “No,” he groaned as he lost the battle
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