Relaina Grey
Relaina Grey Miwatani, daughter of Reanne and Ruark Miwatani, is unhappy with her lot in life. She’s a beautiful woman with the blade skills of her mother and the Gifts of her father. Her parents found a way to balance their cultures-her mother, a Blademaster of Draema Province, the technology capitol of the world, her father, a warrior and Protector of the Realm of the old ways of the People of Gaia. Both of them formidable fighters. But she doesn’t want to be like either one of them.
Little does she know, a dark enemy from her parents’ past has emerged. His target: Relaina Grey.
Trei Le’Jun harbors no love for the dark, golden skinned beauty. She is a means to an end. A means to revenge the evil visited upon his father by her parents some twenty years before. But what happens when he learns the truth? Can he go through with his plans for Relaina Grey? Or will he, for the first time in his life, listen to the heart that claims she can save him…from himself.
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Pushing his legs apart, she scooted down his body. Lowering her head to the sleek smooth skin of his stomach, she rubbed her hair back and forth against the trembling, pronounced muscles. He arched off the bed, sucking in a sharp breath, holding it as she licked and nibbled her way from his stomach down his side. The breath came out as a low growling sound from the back of his throat as he grabbed handfuls of her hair when she bit him in the sensitive spot above his hip.
But she had not yet reached her destination.
Moving lower still, her silky hair teased him relentlessly as it rubbed against the inside of his thighs. Her head now between his strong, muscular legs she nuzzled his heavy sac, loving the softness of the skin, taking in the masculine scent of him. She loved to kiss him there just to watch his reaction. Licking the little sensitive spot just underneath, she slid her tongue up and around the tightening scrota, and back down to that smooth spot of skin, just there. She licked until he trembled with need, his erection visibly throbbing.
Her cheeks rubbed along the underside of his thick rod, followed by her tongue, and an occasional gentle nip of sharp white teeth. Both hands wrapped his cock and slid up his length to cover just the head of him. Her warm mouth followed.
Trei’s fingers tangled in her hair urging her on, but wanting her to stop at the same time. How did she know to do this to him? How was she always so in tune with his needs? His wants. Desires. Oh, yes, she was generous in her giving, both the when and the how of it. Blood on fire, close to raging out of control, he felt his very skin ignite as his mind imagined the light dusting of hair between his legs catching fire from the inside out.
He didn’t want to spend his seed this way. He wanted to fill his sleek Gaian cat with his cream. He had to have her slick honeyed walls squeezing his hard shaft. He needed it, wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her warm, tight pussy. Right now. Nothing less would do.
Trying desperately to get his raging lust under control, he released her hair, gently laying his palm on the side of her face.
“Relaina, stop. I need to be inside you, love.”
“Mmmmm…” was all the response he got.
“Relaina, stop. Love, you’re going… oh shit! To make me come!” The sensation of her tongue swirling around and around the head of his cock was simply too much. Stomach muscles clenched so tightly it felt as if they were trying to attach themselves to his spine. Control? What control? He only had it by a hair, and even that was slipping.
“Relaina!” Biting down on his tongue to keep from crying out, his hands found their way back to her thick mass of hair to play.
“Ummm-humm…” The little sucking noises getting louder now, along with the natural undulating of her hips that seemed to keep time with the up and down motions of her mouth - but Trei wasn’t quite sure because his eyes had crossed and felt as if they’d stay that way for awhile.
She was enjoying the taste, the feel of him. There was nothing more she’d rather do than suck, lick and practically eat him. He tasted so good - all man, almond oil and sweat. Delicious. And she would suck him dry, greedily taking the tangy reward. She knew he would taste good from all the red wine and sweet succulent fruit she’d fed him earlier. Oh, she couldn’t wait to feel his thick, marble-hard erection begin to erupt, pumping hot cream right into the back of her throat. Then she would smear it down over her breasts so he could taste himself on her skin when he took her swollen, sensitive nipples into his mouth.
He tugged gently on her hair, then harder, trying to get her to let him go. But the harder her tugged the stronger she clamped down on his erection with her lips, swirling her tongue over the head until he twirled in a dizzy haze of sensation.
She wasn’t going to let him up!
The realization that he was at her mercy and she liked it that way started a blazing orgasm. He could feel it begin at the tips of his toes, travel through his blood with amazing force, to explode behind his eyes in a dazzling show of lights. Oh, Great Spirits, he was coming and there was nothing he could do about it!
But he’d get her back. Later. And she knew it.