by Toni Sands
‘No one has ever told me my mother’s name.’
Molan exchanges glances with Conall. ‘Marisa,’ he says. ‘Your mother’s name is Marisa.’
That night, Zia is warmed by fine wool blankets, her head resting on a down-filled pillow. At first this bed feels strange. Then it feels right. But she’s still wide-awake and not too surprised when she realises her door is opening very slowly. She pushes back the covers and holds out her arms.
Conall’s body feels hard against hers. She runs her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles, fingering the knobbled bone at the top of his spine, reaching down to his buttocks and pulling him against her. She breathes in his skin, salty from a splash in the ocean. And she tastes the same herbal concoction on his breath as she’s been given by his mother: her first toiletries in the fascinating above ground world are simple but effective.
‘I couldn’t sleep,’ he says. ‘We have to get married as soon as it can be arranged. My father’s going to kill me if he finds out I’m in your bed.’ But he doesn’t seem inclined to go away and nuzzles his face against her throat, moving skilfully downwards so she arches her neck, shivering as his lips find her nipples. ‘No nightgown,’ he whispers.
‘Wearing one will take some getting used to.’
‘I’ve no complaints,’ he says, his hand moving between her thighs.
Zia’s body craves him. She doesn’t know which part is most needy. Her nipples stiffen under the rhythmic rolling tongue. Her vagina seems to melt under the touch of his fingers. She hears him chuckle as he realises how immediate and powerful is her arousal.
She groans and moves her thighs apart. She doesn’t want to wait and senses he’s not up for game playing tonight either. Each has an urgent need: one to possess and the other to be possessed. She feels the velvety tip of his penis as he pushes inside her. Then, as she receives his full length and thickness and he begins the regular movements that remind her of the sea plunging against the shore, moving inevitably to another phase, she tightens her arms around him and they travel together, wild man and star sister, brought together for a practical purpose and now bound together by love.
Zia can hardly contain herself as Conall’s thrusts become shorter, more urgent. She whispers, ‘Go on. Go on. I’m coming,’ before the explosion sends her spiralling into that place where time stands still and the body shatters into a thousand pieces. Lying beneath her man, she smiles into the darkness, luxuriating in the pool of pleasure they’ve created from a desire so hot that it’s startling in its intensity.
‘Will you always love me, Zia? Will you really marry me and stay here with me above ground?’
He raises himself on one elbow and smoothes a tendril of hair from her cheek before kissing the tip of her nose.
Head on one side, she pretends to consider the questions. Then wriggles out from under him and in one quick movement, straddles him so he’s trapped beneath the plump breasts that fulfil all his fantasies.
‘I don’t think your parents will allow otherwise. How else can you properly look after their grandchild?’
And then she stifles his cry of joy with a kiss.
www.xcitebooks.com
Click here to join our mailing list
or scan the QR code
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four