*****
Zion entered the room, a fine linen tunic draped over his left shoulder, secured about the waist with a leather belt. “I see you wear the clothing of the mer-people.”
Keely turned toward the mirror and gazed at the costume, blushing at Zion’s words. The seaweed skirt barely covered her backside. Small scalloped shells hung by a kelp rope around her neck and fit her nipples leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination. “It was what was left me.”
“I’ve seen you in far less,” he taunted.
Her heart hammered in her chest at the erotic memory. She turned to face him. “Our encounters are something we need to talk about eventually.”
He nodded. His eyes sparkled as if contemplating some mischief. Instead, he sauntered over and wrapped his arms about her, dipping his head toward her lips.
The pounding of her heart tripled. She relished the strong arms about her shoulders, the feeling of security Zion provided. His bared arm flexed, revealing sculpted muscle.
She placed the palm of her hand on his upper arm and let it trail down his chest to rest on his sternum. His heart beat as frantically as hers did. “Are you just going to stand there staring at me?”
His thumb tenderly grazed her cheek.
She leaned into the sensuous soothing motion, closing her eyes in anticipation. How long had it been since he’d kissed her, since he turned her legs into a quivering mass of muscle unable to keep her upright?
Too long. She looked into his face. The intense love she saw in his eyes filled the empty crevice of her lonely heart.
With the swiftness of a Blue fin tuna, Zion claimed her as his with his mouth.
Keely moaned against his firm lips. Against her thigh she felt the hard length of his arousal. Longing erupted within her core to finish what he’d started in the grotto.
A subtle cough jerked his mouth away from hers.
His voice was an agonized whisper. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “Don’t be. I want to make love to you.”
Running a finger through his wavy locks, he turned toward the nursemaid and nodded toward the door. He leaned close and nipped Keely’s earlobe. “Are you absolutely sure?”
Once the door was closed, Keely lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide like she had in the cove. “Would you like to taste or feel my surety?”
He didn’t answer with words. He moved the shell barely covering her breast to the side. Zion fastened his lips around the nipple and suckled, drawing the hardened nub fully into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh.
Keely moaned. “That feels so good.”
When he finished tormenting her breast he attacked the other with as much gusto, repeating the swirling motions of his tongue.
Electrifying zips shot from her breasts straight to her core, making her hot and ready to accept him. Her voice, husky with desire begged him. “You’re overdressed.”
Sweeping aside her seaweed kilt, Zion lifted his chiton and entered her.
His penetration, slow and considerate, sent powerful pulses of desire zinging throughout her body. Keely sighed at the unity she felt with this man.
She reached up and drew his face toward her. The intense desire she saw reflected in his eyes took her breath. Two equally passionate lovers together once more. Keely lifted her hips and brought him into her more fully. A groan escaped her lips.
“Are you okay?”
She lifted a hand and stroked his tanned face. “Oh yeah. Not a thing for you to worry about.”
Immediately, he withdrew his length from her body. His brows were furrowed with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, Zion, don’t stop. I want you making love to me.”
Her words went unheeded. Zion pushed away from her body, leaving her achingly empty. He toyed with her nipples, kissed her ribs, and tongued her belly button. Each touch sent ripples arcing between the area he teased and her neglected nether regions. Her moans had nothing to do with aches and pains.
With a hand, he reached between her legs and slid his fingers between the curly thatch of red hair. Deft digits found her clit and tapped it in a rhythm all Zion’s.
Keely reaped the benefits. The soft beats against the sensitive bud combined with the erotic foreplay. She felt the arrival of an impending orgasm.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. Then she began to convulse and send the sweet torment of her orgasm throughout her being, beginning between her legs and ending with the erratic beat of her heart. Languid relaxation overcame her.
“I’m not done.” He whispered his intention while his head remained between her thighs.
“Equal time,” she gasped.
Once more he ignored her words, busy with his tongue lavishing the spot his fingers recently vacated.
Desire to give him similar pleasure made her beg. “How can I please you?”
He lifted his head from his ministrations. “By enjoying.” He returned to his cunnilingus. His hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her higher until her ankles rested on his broad shoulders.
She writhed in pleasure.
“You taste as I remember. Sweet and hot.” He nuzzled her entrance with his mouth and nose. “Mine, all mine,” he groaned against her arousal.
Zion lowered her back to the bed keeping his face buried between her legs. His tongue flicked over her hot slit, diving between the folds to enter her. Then she felt his marvelous, wicked tongue trace its way back to her button while he entered her with two fingers.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” he countered.
“Make me come.”
In answer, he pushed his fingers in and out of her ready entrance. Her body made his penetration smoother and a moment later she felt another finger enter her. Her muscles grasped his fingers to hold him within and still he drove in and out with increasing speed.
Anticipation coupled with desire built deep within her core. With a final thrust of his fingers, her orgasm crashed over her in wave after wave of breathtaking sensations.
Zion kept his fingers within her core while he made his way up her body. When he had to withdraw them, Keely felt a pang of emptiness.
The feeling was short-lived. His hardened length nudged her ready core. She heard his husky, deep voice ask, “Is this what you want?”
She managed a short nod, and then he filled her with his cock. He held still and her body adjusted to his girth and length.
“Zion,” she exhaled. “You feel wonderful.”
He shifted before he partially withdrew before another plunge into her center. “You fit me ... like a missing puzzle piece,” he groaned.
There was truth in his statement. She’d fought against the reality of Zion for what seemed a lifetime. They did belong together. The sync of their bodies as they made love cinched it for her.
Zion leaned forward and kissed her, hard. Her mouth parted under his and he claimed her once again with his tongue. One of his hands cupped her breast and she gave herself over to the delicious sensations he elicited.
On his arms, goose bumps rose, a testament to his approaching climatic state. Her breath caught in her throat and she grabbed his hips to draw him into her harder and deeper. Faster they danced the pattern of familiar, long lost lovers. Her body trembled. A shiny band of perspiration beaded his brow.
Together, she soared with Zion into the world of completion and unity where different realities didn’t matter. She screamed her orgasm as he spurted his seed with a primitive groan into her hot, willing receptacle.
Zion collapsed on top of her, rolling her into his arms before he crushed her with his weight. His arms wrapped her tightly against his chest. In her ears, she heard the pounding of his heart.
She stilled and soaked up the essence of the man who held her. A breathy sigh of contentment escaped her lips. Their mingled scents tantalized her. Keely snuggled closer. Her fingers wandered over his taut muscles and allowed her to begin to memorize the feel o
f his skin. How could two people living in such different worlds match one another so perfectly? No answers readily came to mind.
“What is it you humans say when someone is deep in thought?” His voice stroked her, fueled her desire to make love with him again.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
He kissed the top of her head, moved to her forehead, on to her eyelids, her cheeks before a lingering kiss at her lips. “Yes. A penny for your thoughts.”
The magic of the moment would evaporate if she voiced her concerns. This day had enough troubles of its own to resolve. She didn’t need to add another, so she opted for a simple truth. “Let’s make love again.”
Chapter Seventeen
Zion made love to her again, this time with even more passion and intensity. Although he never spoke the words she longed to hear, “I love you,” every action implied his devotion to her.
He coaxed her body to pinnacles it had never before scaled. Once on top of those heady mountains, he made her flesh sing in wave after wave of sensual heat. Each subtle touch of his lips, fingers, and sex drew her into vortex of climatic possession.
Keely’s emotional, self-protective wall shattered. Her muscles lost all semblance of useful strength and she collapsed against Zion’s chest fully sated.
Beneath her ear, his heart drummed in a rhythm matching her own. Two individuals in tune with one another as though they’d been lovers a lifetime.
She drifted off to sleep safe in the arms of a man she’d known nearly all her life.
*****
Keely stretched and yawned. For a moment, she’d forgotten where she was, but then her gaze fell on a nude Zion leaning over her with a satisfied grin on his face.
She yawned again and ignored the flare of yearning threatening to ignite. “What are you smirking about?”
He picked up a tendril of her hair and twisted it around his finger, and then stroked the silken fibers across her cheek. “You’re gorgeous when you sleep.” He leaned forward and kissed her nose. “There isn’t the smallest trace of worry on your face. You’re totally content.”
Last night, after he’d made love to her again, the sea prince carried her to his rooms. Tridents, blades, and other weapons covered one wall. A huge bed, created from a giant seashell was the room’s centerpiece, and she lounged in a deep cushion of red coverings like an opened oyster about to be devoured.
She lifted a hand and traced the contours of his chest with a finger. Beneath her fingertips, Zion was solid muscle sheathed in a smooth, nearly unmarred layer of skin. Longing flooded her, her body responding to the possibility of seduction yet again. She flicked her finger over his hardened nipple.
He grasped her hand and pulled it away, dragging it to cup his erection. “Witch! See what you do to me?”
Keely giggled and stroked his arousal with her palm. His length was engorged and hard in her hand. “I think you rather like what I do to you.”
Enticing him to make love to her yet again was a heady, personal aphrodisiac. She spread her legs in invitation.
Zion’s eyes grew wide and he licked his lips. “I wish to partake in the delightful meal of Keely Shane.” He inhaled deeply. “I cannot, however.”
Keely stilled her hand, and then dropped it from his rod. Had she disappointed him? “Why?”
He straddled her hips, the head of his sex nudging her femininity, caressing the folds to find the bud of her clit and torment her with sexual frustration. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over hers. “My father requests my presence.”
She writhed beneath him. Her loins flooded in readiness for his powerful penetration. The musk of her desire tantalized Keely’s nostrils. She couldn’t get enough of Zion.
The intense coupling they shared was addictive. Making love with him, day in, day out, for a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to relieve the sexual tension he filled her with. “How long will you be gone?”
“A week, ten days perhaps.”
Her gaze flew to his face. The room became silent except for the raspy breaths escaping her throat. How could he stay away so long after what they just shared? Keely opened her mouth to complain. “So long?”
The skin around Zion’s eyes crinkled and his mouth made an odd quirk. He laughed.
Laughed! This was no joking matter. She pushed against the solid wall of his chest and looked into his eyes again. Mirth danced in their depths. Relief washed through her. Laughter erupted from her mouth. She couldn’t believe she’d given in to the panic of losing her lover so soon. “Oh, you, you, big tease!”
A smile graced his face and continued to grow until it threatened to engulf all his features. “Seriously, though, as much as I’d love to keep you tied to this bed and have my way with you in endless variations, duty calls.”
Zion pushed away from her, stood, and grabbed his chiton. “I didn’t want you to forget me.”
Keely rolled her eyes. “As if I could.”
The grin widened. “Just making sure. I don’t know how long he’ll keep me. It could be for a significant portion of the day, or mere minutes. Poseidon is rather unpredictable that way.”
“May I visit the dolphins?”
He slapped a hand against his forehead. “I should have thought of that. Of course, you may. In fact, I can’t think of a place that would be restricted to you.”
Keely scrambled from the bed and replaced the shells over her breasts. Excitement hummed through her at the possibility of exploring Atlantis and seeing the dolphins. She scampered to Zion and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you. This is an incredible opportunity.”
Zion nuzzled her neck, and then nibbled on her earlobe.
Quivers of craving covered Keely’s skin like gooseflesh. She twisted her head to escape his marauding teeth and captured his lips with hers. Scorching need streaked through her. She needed him to make love to her again, but even more, she desired to give him pleasure. Increasing the pressure of her lips against his, she attempted to tease him with a thrust of her tongue into his hot mouth.
His hands clamped down on her shoulders. With agonizing slowness, he broke her kiss. “I have to go, Keely, my father is waiting.” He pushed his hips against her pelvis. “Your seduction techniques are very good, but we have to wait until later.”
The evidence of his arousal pressed against her made her smile. “Promise?”
Zion reverently kissed her cheek. “I promise.”
*****
Zion left her on her own at the entrance to his father’s throne room. “We’ve an open society here, Keely. The food, the weaponry, clothing, they are available for all without the cost of coin. Few have personal belongings and among my people those special objects are treated with deep respect. We work and share equally in the labor and its profit.”
“Sounds like utopia.”
He smiled. “This utopia isn’t perfect, but we try.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Enjoy your day. I look forward to our evening together.”
Zion released her from his hold, spun her around, and swatted her fanny.
She giggled at the spank and sauntered off, making sure to wiggle her bottom seductively.
Keely followed the long marble hall for an hour. Every so often, she passed a niche occupied with an archaic weapon or bust on a pedestal. Occasionally, she crossed paths with an Atlantean and asked questions about the place Zion called home.
Periodically trays laden with tropical fruits sat on stands. Momentarily, she wondered how the fruits were delivered, but then Keely’s stomach grumbled in appreciation and she assuaged her hunger, devouring carambola and guava. Oranges, bananas, pineapple, even pomegranate were available, too.
She aimlessly wandered, ingesting the peace and calm of her surroundings. Leaving the palace building she entered a large garden area and enjoyed the sight of schools of tropical fish swimming with their brilliant yellows and blues flashing by in the water above the clear dome. Statues of ancient Greek gods and goddesses, looking as thoug
h they were carved yesterday, stood among green plants growing in alcoves.
The dolphin receiving area eluded her. Frustrated, she turned around to head back to Zion’s rooms. After a few false starts she found a particularly unique statue, of a god disrobing a woman, and knew she was on the right track.
If Poseidon had decided on the overall decorating scheme, he’d had sex in every conceivable position on his mind. A colorful tiled mosaic depicted a woman sucking one man’s sex while two other men penetrated her both vaginally and anally. Until she saw that depiction, Keely hadn’t considered the idea of multiple partners for sex and certainly not three.
From around a corner voices drifted toward Keely, those of a man and a woman. She recognized the deep timbre of the man. The rumble of Zion’s voice and his low laugh mingled with a higher pitched giggle.
Curiosity seized her and she slowed her gait. Zion seemed to be enjoying himself if the mirth he exhibited were an indicator.
The tinkling voice of the woman grated on her nerves the way stones crashing upon one another did. Her hot breath left her mouth in shallow puffs. Jealousy flared within her. Had she ever made him laugh like that? Keely shook her head. She knew the answer and it was no. All she’d shared with Zion past a respite of frenzied, orgasmic sex was sorrow and devastation mixed with a healthy dose of anger.
Unbidden, her feet continued to carry her forward. As if she needed to hear any more laughter coming from those two! Apparently, her body had other ideas. Her hearing became more attune to the pair of voices. She edged closer to the edge of the wall, wanting to look, afraid of what she might see.
“Zion, I do so love you.”
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