by Viola Grace
She laughed when he flipped her to her stomach and continued to strip her, but her laughter stopped when two long fingers slid into her from behind.
Idara pumped her hips against his hand, and when he slid his cock into her in place of his fingers, she shuddered. Harken lifted her to her knees with an arm around her waist, and when the world stopped rocking, she was on his lap, her back to his chest and his hand was across her belly, his fingers on her clit with every short thrust of his hips.
She gripped his thighs with her hands and rocked with him as she got closer and closer to orgasm, and when she tensed, her body was thrown into riot as he bit down on her shoulder.
Her low moan turned into a high-pitched scream as adrenaline added to the mix. The lazy pleasure turned into a hard spike, and she shook and quivered against him.
He thrust into her hard and fast, groaning against her shoulder until his cock finished flexing inside her.
Together, they collapsed to the bed, and she smiled into the sheets at the feel of him inside her.
“What did I do in this life to get you in it?”
He pressed soft kisses against her shoulder where his teeth had made their mark. “You fell out a window and into my arms. From there, I was swept away.”
They rested together and enjoyed the moment between assignments from the Orb of Time.
Soon enough, she would be called to help someone avoid their fate and Harken would be called to witness. Life would be interesting, but at least she had one.
As Idara fell asleep, she wondered if going to wreak revenge on the Skiilar or Geenari would ever come up, because if it did, that was one assignment she would go to eagerly.
Time would tell.
Author’s Note
Sorry for Avoid being short, but I am on my way to a convention, and I had to get it done before I left. I know that is no excuse, but I promise to make it up for you in Await.
Await will take us back to Earth, and for the first time since I started this series, a normal human woman who has not left the Earth will be called to the stars.
Patience may be a virtue, but even virtue has to take a day off sometime, and Ophelia is done waiting.
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About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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