mused.
Fierce desire shuddered through him and he swallowed his moan. He concealed his clenched fists, kept his expression neutral, when she threw a suspicious glance at him. He noticed how she kept her gaze fixed on his face, not daring to look lower.
“Trust me, you can order as much as you like but there will not be a repeat. So I hope you made the most of it,” she said in a muffled voice. Finally giving up trying to dress and keep herself shielded from his gaze, she threw the blanket on the ground in frustration, and jerked her top over her head.
Tensely he watched as she wriggled into those curious pants with its many pockets.
“You will do as I command.”
Alana snorted. She bent over. Tarak’s eyes fastened onto her small tight buttocks. His balls tightened and swelled. His cock throbbed into life. Sweat prickled above his upper lip.His gut clenched. Somehow the good hunter that he was, he stayed prone. His mouth dry, he watched her grab the blanket.
She rolled it into a ball.
She threw it at his head.
He dodged it easily. Despite his acute discomfort, laughter lightened his soul.
“In your dreams!”
“And you will be. In my dreams. As I will be in yours.” He smiled slowly at the hot colour which again suffused her face. He stood, his smile broadening into a grin as she hurriedly averted her eyes. She took a nervous step backwards. Tarak reached for his pants and pulled them on with some difficulty over his rigid, hungry cock. He adjusted his crotch and with stern discipline directed his thoughts away from his rioting fantasies.
“I will see you safely to the women’s quarters. Come.” He held out his hand. When she ignored him and with her stubborn chin held high, brushed past him to wait near the entrance, his amusement fled.
He punched in his code. The doorway slid open. He waved her through. She marched ahead of him, keeping her gaze strictly ahead, her back straight and her chin held high.
Tarak strolled behind, idly admiring her hair which glowed red then gold as they passed under the dimmed lights which illuminated the corridor. Her hair had been so soft and silky sliding through his callused fingers. His irritation dissipated.
Perhaps he should postpone his mission of delivering the females up to Isla. One question had been answered, but many more remained to be solved. Some of which had onlyjust occurred to him. He gazed at the bottom just out of his reach and ached anew for appeasement. The realisation he was actually looking forward to the days ahead with avid anticipation startled him. Yes, his plans could definitely be postponed .
Alana halted outside the entrance to the women’s quarters. Her fingers drummed a nervous message on the metal door. His warm breath on her bare neck ruffled her hair, his presence so temptingly close behind her. She was powerless to resist, when he clasped her shoulders and turned her to face him.
Words of protest scattered as she lifted her eyes to his impenetrable gaze. She trembled at its latent heat and power. He lowered his head. Mindlessly she rose on tiptoe. He nuzzled her soft skin then took possession of her lips in a kiss which stole her breath. Reduced her to a quivering mass of confusion. She wrapped her arms about his neck. Her mouth opened and she responded with a fierceness that brought a sob to her throat. His grip tightened around her shaking body before he smoothed a long slow path intimately down her back leaving tingling nerves in their wake.
Alana whispered a protest when he eased his body away. He scattered kisses over her upturned face then released her. He stepped back. She was mortified to realise her arms still encircled his neck. Hurriedly she dropped her arms to hug her waist.
His breath came heavy and deep. Those hooded eyes she just knew watched her every response. His massive chest rose and fell, the dim lights played over his tense features, his expression in shadow. His gentle touch soothed her hair from her face,
Fierce desire shuddered through him and he swallowed his moan. He concealed his clenched fists, kept his expression neutral, when she threw a suspicious glance at him. He noticed how she kept her gaze fixed on his face, not daring to look lower.
“Trust me, you can order as much as you like but there will not be a repeat. So I hope you made the most of it,” she said in a muffled voice. Finally giving up trying to dress and keep herself shielded from his gaze, she threw the blanket on the ground in frustration, and jerked her top over her head.
Tensely he watched as she wriggled into those curious pants with its many pockets.
“You will do as I command.”
Alana snorted. She bent over. Tarak’s eyes fastened onto her small tight buttocks. His balls tightened and swelled. His cock throbbed into life. Sweat prickled above his upper lip.His gut clenched. Somehow the good hunter that he was, he stayed prone. His mouth dry, he watched her grab the blanket.
She rolled it into a ball.
She threw it at his head.
He dodged it easily. Despite his acute discomfort, laughter lightened his soul.
“In your dreams!”
“And you will be. In my dreams. As I will be in yours.” He smiled slowly at the hot colour which again suffused her face. He stood, his smile broadening into a grin as she hurriedly averted her eyes. She took a nervous step backwards. Tarak reached for his pants and pulled them on with some difficulty over his rigid, hungry cock. He adjusted his crotch and with stern discipline directed his thoughts away from his rioting fantasies.
“I will see you safely to the women’s quarters. Come.” He held out his hand. When she ignored him and with her stubborn chin held high, brushed past him to wait near the entrance, his amusement fled.
He punched in his code. The doorway slid open. He waved her through. She marched ahead of him, keeping her gaze strictly ahead, her back straight and her chin held high.
Tarak strolled behind, idly admiring her hair which glowed red then gold as they passed under the dimmed lights which illuminated the corridor. Her hair had been so soft and silky sliding through his callused fingers. His irritation dissipated.
Perhaps he should postpone his mission of delivering the females up to Isla. One question had been answered, but many more remained to be solved. Some of which had onlyjust occurred to him. He gazed at the bottom just out of his reach and ached anew for appeasement. The realisation he was actually looking forward to the days ahead with avid anticipation startled him. Yes, his plans could definitely be postponed .
Alana halted outside the entrance to the women’s quarters. Her fingers drummed a nervous message on the metal door. His warm breath on her bare neck ruffled her hair, his presence so temptingly close behind her. She was powerless to resist, when he clasped her shoulders and turned her to face him.
Words of protest scattered as she lifted her eyes to his impenetrable gaze. She trembled at its latent heat and power. He lowered his head. Mindlessly she rose on tiptoe. He nuzzled her soft skin then took possession of her lips in a kiss which stole her breath. Reduced her to a quivering mass of confusion. She wrapped her arms about his neck. Her mouth opened and she responded with a fierceness that brought a sob to her throat. His grip tightened around her shaking body before he smoothed a long slow path intimately down her back leaving tingling nerves in their wake.
Alana whispered a protest when he eased his body away. He scattered kisses over her upturned face then released her. He stepped back. She was mortified to realise her arms still encircled his neck. Hurriedly she dropped her arms to hug her waist.
His breath came heavy and deep. Those hooded eyes she just knew watched her every response. His massive chest rose and fell, the dim lights played over his tense features, his expression in shadow. His gentle touch soothed her hair from her face,
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