Kierra's Thread (Argadian Heart Trilogy Book 2) by Adrianna Dane Page A

along the curve of
his hip, to the inside sensitive flesh of his upper thigh. “Spread your legs,”
she whispered.
    “Kierra, do you know what you’re doing to me?” He
repositioned his feet, making room for her to continue roving over his body
with her now frothy, slick hands.
    “So many years,” she whispered the words. “I’ve wanted to
touch you like this. To know the pleasure that awaited. But this,” her hands
slid down to his knees and back up to the crease at his thighs. “You are so
much more. Your strength has supported me, protected me.”
    She gripped his thigh and she felt the muscle flex. “Oh
Jarek,” she sighed. “All this strength, do you know what you do to me?”
    Pressing her body closer, Kierra rubbing sensuously against
him. Gripping a cheek in each hand, she felt the muscles tighten as she kneaded
and caressed.
    “I’m going to climax right here, if you don’t stop what
you’re doing, Kierra. Symion, look at your radiance. You have all you can do to
contain it here.”
    “Where are your colors? When I feel their touch it is like
so many fingers stroking my body, yet I know they all belong to you. It is you
who give me so much pleasure.”
    The suds rinsed away, she raised her hands to cup his face,
and pressed his lips to hers. His hands gripped her hips and the heat in her
abdomen flared hot. She wanted to feel him inside her. But not yet.
    As they were about to kiss, she flicked out her tongue and
licked at the drops of water that clung to his lips. “I would cleanse Before from
both of us. See the drain beneath our feet? Watch the nightmares seep away.
Before is beneath us, Beyond awaits. And Now, I give you memories to fill the
void between.”
    She drank from his lips, sucking his tongue deeply. His
strong arms molded her to him. He lifted his head to look into her eyes.
    “How have I deserved you—merited your forgiveness?”
    “Forgiveness? There is nothing to forgive. We have both
suffered at the hands of a madman. This is a re-affirmation that we live and
have each other. Life has dealt us hard. Before is gone. You are the male I
want at my side—inside me. And I want to be inside you.”
    She drew away from him and urged him from the shower.
Pulling out a drying cloth, she proceeded to thoroughly dry him, then led him
back to the living room, where the candles flickered and the scent of jasmine
and rose mingled, offering an erotic atmosphere made for sealing.
    She encouraged him to lie on his stomach on the scarlet rug.
    “Now what are you planning?” he asked as he stretched out.
    She reached for the bottle of oil on the table and poured a
little into her hands. She straddled him and spread the oil over his back. A
twinge of pain struck her at the ragged scars that littered at angles all
across his back and down his legs. She forced the thoughts away.
    “When was the last time you had a massage?” She spread the
oil in long, flowing strokes.
    “I-I don’t remember ever having one.”
    She shouldn’t have asked. His memory and what was real and
not real was painful to think about. She did not want to remind him of his
loss.
    “I’m about to give you a memory—the first of many pleasant
ones, I hope.”
    She hunched up until her sensitive shax rested against the
ridge of his cheeks and as she began the long circular strokes along the length
of his back, she undulated her hips, causing a pleasurable friction as her shax
lips rubbed against his rounded, smooth rear.
    “ Na nivia , you’re destroying me.”
    “Does it please you?”
    “More than that. It is exquisite pain.”
    “Will it give you good memories? Or should I stop and try
something else?”
    He groaned. “Don’t stop. Symion, don’t stop. Where did you
learn to do this?”
    She smiled to herself. Eluria had been right, thank
goodness. Continuing for a few more minutes, she then stopped. If she didn’t,
Kierra knew she was about to climax with the friction and she didn’t want that
just yet.