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Authors: Camille Anthony
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I fear, not them.” Her uneven breathing sounded loud in the quiet room. “And do not think I wi—will allow you to cart me off or rape me without a fight!”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “Why won’t you let me speak with my father?” Hiccoughing, she fought to contain the sobs rising against her will.
The prince caught the fallen tear on the tip of his tongue, delicately lapped at the others that followed. “Let there be no more talk of rape. When I take you—and I will—it will be with your full consent. With your eager participation. As for speaking with your father, I cannot…that is not possible right now. Perhaps later, when we are in route—”
“I want to speak with him now! How much later will it be?”
He sighed. “Nnora, when you make contact with your father, who contacts first?”
“He does.”
“Yes, because any attempt at communication is not easy this close to Earth transmissions. Always there is a danger the communication will be captured.
“Intercepted?”
“There is danger of interception—thank you for supplying the correct word—if I try to bring communications with your father’s colony now. It would be the worst course of action I could take. My ship and my people might come in danger and that I will not do. Not even for you.”
Before she could ask another question, a knock sounded on the bedroom door and the same hulking warrior stuck his head round the portal. He was very careful not to look in her direction as a flow of liquid syllables cascaded from his mouth. He opened his hand, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of an ampoule glistening on his outstretched palm.
With a relieved sounding comment, Devtorvas eased away from her, rose and went to the door.
As soon as he turned his back on her, she hurriedly snatched up her towel, retreating back to the bed where she sat down, clutching it over her heaving breasts with both hands.
He took the ampoule from his captain and closed the door behind him, then proceeded to engage the lock with a deliberateness that started her pulse pounding and her cunt juicing. He turned. When he saw what she had done his lips twitched up in an amused smile.
She straightened her back and firmed her jaw. Her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread as she watched him approach, his bold eyes drilling into hers, silently challenging her to admit the mutual desire sparking between them.
His face was arrantly beautiful, his body a graceful rhapsody in motion. Though massively built, he moved lightly, silently on nimble feet. The defined ridges of his muscular chest, unmarred by hair, rippled and contracted under his smooth dark skin with his every movement. For the first time, she noticed a slight indentation about three or four inches below each flat, wide masculine nipple. The circular, smooth depressions looked like scar tissue, a little darker than the skin around them. What could have caused the circular scarring?
His voice interrupted her musing. “Nnora, tis no disgrace to be bested by a more able foe. The fighting ends now. Or…” he grinned, “…must I have my men in here to assist your surrender?”
Even as he spoke the threat, she knew he did not mean it. The locked door testified against him. She was convinced she need not worry on that account.
“You will remove your covering and submit to me, now.”
She knew he would brook no further resistance.
The growing heat in her loins compelled her to admit she wanted, no needed what the prince offered. Her curiosity grown enormous, she desperately wanted to explore this erotic landscape with the prince—the most intriguing man she had ever met. Still, she had questions regarding her father’s plans and his involvement in this situation.
Silently, provocatively, hoping her tremors of fearful lust were not visible to him, she let the towel pool about her waist. Her skin pinkened under his focused gaze. Her nipples crested in blatant arousal and she fought back the
A tear slipped down her cheek. “Why won’t you let me speak with my father?” Hiccoughing, she fought to contain the sobs rising against her will.
The prince caught the fallen tear on the tip of his tongue, delicately lapped at the others that followed. “Let there be no more talk of rape. When I take you—and I will—it will be with your full consent. With your eager participation. As for speaking with your father, I cannot…that is not possible right now. Perhaps later, when we are in route—”
“I want to speak with him now! How much later will it be?”
He sighed. “Nnora, when you make contact with your father, who contacts first?”
“He does.”
“Yes, because any attempt at communication is not easy this close to Earth transmissions. Always there is a danger the communication will be captured.
“Intercepted?”
“There is danger of interception—thank you for supplying the correct word—if I try to bring communications with your father’s colony now. It would be the worst course of action I could take. My ship and my people might come in danger and that I will not do. Not even for you.”
Before she could ask another question, a knock sounded on the bedroom door and the same hulking warrior stuck his head round the portal. He was very careful not to look in her direction as a flow of liquid syllables cascaded from his mouth. He opened his hand, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of an ampoule glistening on his outstretched palm.
With a relieved sounding comment, Devtorvas eased away from her, rose and went to the door.
As soon as he turned his back on her, she hurriedly snatched up her towel, retreating back to the bed where she sat down, clutching it over her heaving breasts with both hands.
He took the ampoule from his captain and closed the door behind him, then proceeded to engage the lock with a deliberateness that started her pulse pounding and her cunt juicing. He turned. When he saw what she had done his lips twitched up in an amused smile.
She straightened her back and firmed her jaw. Her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread as she watched him approach, his bold eyes drilling into hers, silently challenging her to admit the mutual desire sparking between them.
His face was arrantly beautiful, his body a graceful rhapsody in motion. Though massively built, he moved lightly, silently on nimble feet. The defined ridges of his muscular chest, unmarred by hair, rippled and contracted under his smooth dark skin with his every movement. For the first time, she noticed a slight indentation about three or four inches below each flat, wide masculine nipple. The circular, smooth depressions looked like scar tissue, a little darker than the skin around them. What could have caused the circular scarring?
His voice interrupted her musing. “Nnora, tis no disgrace to be bested by a more able foe. The fighting ends now. Or…” he grinned, “…must I have my men in here to assist your surrender?”
Even as he spoke the threat, she knew he did not mean it. The locked door testified against him. She was convinced she need not worry on that account.
“You will remove your covering and submit to me, now.”
She knew he would brook no further resistance.
The growing heat in her loins compelled her to admit she wanted, no needed what the prince offered. Her curiosity grown enormous, she desperately wanted to explore this erotic landscape with the prince—the most intriguing man she had ever met. Still, she had questions regarding her father’s plans and his involvement in this situation.
Silently, provocatively, hoping her tremors of fearful lust were not visible to him, she let the towel pool about her waist. Her skin pinkened under his focused gaze. Her nipples crested in blatant arousal and she fought back the