by Viola Grace
The mist around them crackled with power as they stood to remove the last of their suits.
Nanette smiled softly at him and stroked his cheek once they were both naked. “I am very glad that we have privacy.”
“Why? Are you shy?”
She laughed. “Not usually, but I was thinking that we are creating a stunningly dangerous atmosphere in here. Anyone coming into this room would be zapped into insensibility.”
He grinned. “Good. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
His erection pressed against her belly, and she rocked her hips from side to side, “I think there is enough here for me and I don’t plan on sharing either.”
Rand put his hands under her arms and lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around his hips. “I am thinking we will need another addition on the base. You need a sculpture garden.”
She laughed and kissed him, her teeth lengthened and she nipped his lips. The small spark of blood between them spurred him to movement, and he fitted his cock to her, working into her opening, drawing her wet heat out to ease his entry. She held onto him, her lips and tongue tangling with his as he changed the angle of her hips and slid into her.
The discomfort shifted to relief in an instant and pleasure followed after, roaring through her as he cupped her ass and bounced her on his cock. She clutched his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin.
Heat and power crackled through them both as he skidded and stroked into her with harsh motions. He paused for a moment and placed two fingers on either side of her clit.
The spark that shot through her clit was timed to match the short, sharp jerk onto him that drove him deep and convulsed her around him.
She bit his neck and held on as he shuddered and held her in place until the gentle palpitations eased around the shaft inside. When she let him go and licked the wound, he moved her on him, hard and fast, until the rapid vibration in his body grew wild and he howled, his fangs flashing in the unnatural light of the energy crackling around them.
The sight of his head thrown back and then the intent to bite clear in his posture hiked Nanette’s arousal up once again. She didn’t have a chance to get to the release point before his teeth struck, but her shudders of pain and pleasure kept her on the edge while his cock jerked inside her.
He held her pinned to him until the waves of his orgasm subsided. Instead of withdrawing, he shifted his weight and took a few steps. Nanette caught on to what he was doing, and she hoped she had gotten the water temperature right.
The splash was tremendous and then comfortably warm water closed over her head.
After their bath, she was cuddled up with him in the now-warm air. Nanette looked up at the glowing ceiling. “What kind of stone is that?”
“No one knows. We don’t have a name for it. It glows when there are people in the cavern. The inner chambers all have shutters to block it out for privacy and sleep.”
“I like it. It lights the darkness without effort.” She smiled and trailed her hand down his chest, circling his cock lightly and sending a spark through it.
He jerked, “What are you doing?”
She laughed softly, “Returning a favour.”
He gripped her wrist for a moment, and she met his gaze with hers.
Rand released her and smiled, “You are changing.”
She slowly moved her hand over his length, sparks flying under her fingers with gentle, teasing insistence.
“I know. One thing I have learned is that evolution is a constant process. My mind is changing, my body is changing and my world is changing. I am very happy to have found someone to make the journey with me.”
She continued to stroke his shaft, careful not to bring the tiny shocks too close to the tip. It took only a minute to having him straining against her, and when his fangs gnashed at the air, his cock jerked in her hand, she felt the smug joy that came from pleasing her partner.
She should have been more surprised that she had to travel across the stars to find a man who made her burn and sparked her body to life. He was just lucky that she was a careful woman who wanted to keep her mate for a lifetime. As a repair specialist, she was known for her delicate touch, after all. He was a lucky man indeed.
Author’s Note
Apologies for the delay. First, Hot Mojave Knights in Las Vegas, and when I got home, I had family issues to attend to.
I am making every effort to get Magnet out on time.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
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.