[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

dildo from the pocket of her robe and paused to smear it with paste. He shook his head,
knowing she needed to accept one stimulation at a time. Penetration would only distract her
from what she needed to feel.
She traced her slit with the toy and Matt scrubbed his face with his hands. It was all he
could do not to charge from the trees and snatch the thing out of her hand. True, she wasn t
ready for the fullness, but his objection was more complicated. He wanted to arouse her to
the brink of madness, then fill her with his cock. Or at least wield the damned toy!
Keeping her legs angled wide, so she could maneuver between her thighs, she found
her entrance with the rounded tip. Matt clenched his hands into fists and his gaze fixed on
her cunt as she pushed the dildo inside. She only got the head in before she reached for more
paste.
You re not ready! You need to be held and caressed, kissed and -- seduced. In that
moment he accepted the inevitable. He would free Serena from her sexual demons. Even if it
took every trick lurking in his misspent past, he would reawaken her passion.
24 Aubrey Ross
Chapter Two
Serena jammed the wooden cock into the dirt with a muttered curse and snapped her
robe closed across her breasts. It was useless. She was broken. With the first tingle of carnal
hunger came unwanted images, flashing blue eyes, and the overwhelming sense of dread.
The imposter had never been apprehended. She couldn t help feeling he was still out there
watching her, waiting for his next opportunity to disrupt her life.
Orillia meant well with her suggestion, but nothing helped. In the six moon cycles
since Serena s ascension, she d tried everything she could think of to unlock her emotions
and free her sexual nature. Releasing a frustrated sigh, she stood and brushed off the back of
her robe. There were other ways she could serve the community. Perhaps she wasn t meant
to be a priestess.
Just the thought made her heart ache. Every female in her family, for as long as anyone
could remember, possessed some sort of divine gift. It had never been a matter of if she
would be gifted. Everyone wondered which gift the Deity would release within her. And
now she knew. She was a soul seer, the most revered of all healers. Or she would be, as soon
as she overcame her fear.
A throaty moan revealed the means by which Orillia had chosen to distract the guards.
Vitik and Fyn were both accomplished warriors, strong, dominant men in their prime; the
exact sort of lover Orillia preferred. Fyn was also a priest and Serena had no doubt he
reported each of her failed attempts at sexual expression to the Order.
She had already bathed, and meditating in one of the steam caves lacked its usual
appeal. Knowing it was unwise to wander far, she meandered beside the river. Her hair was
still damp, so she spread the long tresses with her fingers, encouraging the breeze to pass
through.
Comet Coalition: Replicant 25
Sunlight dappled the leaves and shimmered on the briskly flowing water. Tranquility
surrounded her, yet her spirit tossed and turned, restless and unsure. An unfamiliar sound
drew her attention toward the trees beyond the grassy riverbank. She glanced back the way
she d come. Could her guards still hear her from this distance?
The bushes rustled and light gleamed off a metallic object. She turned and took one
hurried step before a man stepped out of the shadows in front of her.
 I am frighten not for you. He held up both hands in a nonthreatening manner.
His pronounced accent and the scrambled phrasing kept her from screaming. Every
Wikoli spoke Perrlain effortlessly. Would he attempt to stop her if she ran past? His attempt
at communication did little to appease her instincts. Hyalee had closed the village to
pilgrims, so what was an outsider doing here?
The stranger s torso was bare, but every inch of his body from the waist down was
covered. No one who lived in this climate wore so many clothes. His hair had been cut up
and over his ears, the back curling at the nape of his neck. Artificial gold streaks threaded
through the light brown strands and his skin looked as if it had seldom known the sun s
warm kiss. She had never seen anyone quite like him.
 Lutton& I come to& damn.
He was clearly struggling for Perrlain words. None of the other pilgrims had attempted [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]