A smile tugged at her lips before the space in front of the male and Voyager went black.
“His parents saved the last of your race.”
“I know, and that’s why I struggle with this decision. Voyager, I watched the planet die; I felt the screams and the terror from the dying.”
“That young male and his female weren’t part of that. His mother and the other pure Sudir out there were not part of that. Place blame where it is due, but do not include the innocent simply because of how they look or who their parents were.”
Voyager left the male to watch the couple in the bed.
Chapter Nine
Joaquin opened his eyes to Grace running her fingers over his chest. There was a flame on the end of two of them heating him up but not burning him. The pads of her other fingers were heating him up too, but it was more sensual than hot. He moved his head to look into her brown eyes.
“I love the fact that my flame doesn’t burn you. In the past, I was always scared of hurting someone, but I can’t hurt you.”
“Gift from my mom, I can’t die by fire.”
“Your mother's people seem at once great and evil, but I guess any group of people can be that way.”
She craned her neck upwards and kissed him. Her lips melded against his giving him a sweet kiss.
“Grace, be careful; I want so much more than a kiss,” he whispered in her ear, his breath fanning across her neck.
She craned her neck again and fused her lips to his. He opened his mouth, and her tongue slipped in. She stroked his tongue while he pulled her closer allowing her to deepen the kiss slowly. The little sound of frustration she made spurred him on.
He devoured her sucking her tongue into his mouth caressing it as her flavor seeped into his body. He kissed her deeply as his hands traced the outline of her body.
“Beautiful Grace,” he said as he kissed her cheek then the side of her neck. He licked and bit her gently before kissing down the front of her throat to find her chest before him.
She sat up and lifted the hem of the oversized shirt he let her wear pulling it over her head, baring her body for him completely. She looked down at herself wondering what he would think. Her breasts were always small but now that she had lost some weight they looked tiny to her.
She looked at him to see the wonder revealed in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Grace, just like you are.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and a small smile tugged at her lips. He liked what he saw. His hands came up to caress the column of her neck before he brought them down to play with the top of her breast.
He tugged gently at her hand; she collapsed over him her weight settling on his.
“You feel good lying on me.” His hand went to her back stroking down her spine allowing himself to become familiar with her body.
Grace leaned up and looked down at his chest. The muscles and the way his body flowed together were poetry in motion. He placed his hands on her side and lifted her up just a little further until her breasts were over his mouth. He opened wide and took a nipple deep into his mouth sucking on it.
She moaned as the sucking sensation caused pleasure to roll through her breast then her body. She shook, afraid her arms wouldn’t hold her up, but there was nothing to worry about because Joaquin had her in his strong grip.
Her thighs rubbed together as he sucked hard on her nipple. She felt moisture begin to run down her legs before he switched breasts and took the other one deep into his mouth. Her hands came up to stroke his hair then his shoulders. The pads of her fingers flared with flames as she caressed him.
“Your pure sin,” he said to her before he turned her over taking one of her fingers that was lit with fire he placed it in his mouth and sucked.
A sound of pure desire left her lips as he sucked on her finger. Her fire became an erotic sensation for the first time in her life compelling her to get closer to him.
He chuckled as he raised his head to look at her. “I think your fire likes me.”
Her fire loved him, but she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. He placed her on her back before he threw his leg over her; she was able to close her eyes and not worry about him becoming toast.
“You’re addicting, Joaquin.” He was everything she hoped to find when she was younger and never did.
A sexy smile played on his lips before he used his fingers to caress down her body followed by his lips on her. He bit and nipped at her skin, stopping to suck it in at different places making her more sensitive. He played with her, chasing the fire over her abdomen and stomach making her feel unique and sexy.
She lifted her hips to rub against him and touched him wherever her hands could reach.
“I want to kiss you too,” her voice was raspy with desire.
“Grace,” he protested just about to kiss her pussy.
“Nope, fair is fair.”
He allowed her to push him to his back and stared into her eyes. His Grace never played with a male before; he could see it in the brightness of her eyes. She was much too aware of how fragile the opposite sex was compared to her.
She slid her leg over him and came to rest on his chest. The heat from her pussy was scorching, but it simply warmed him up like sex with her on a cold winter day. Mmm, he was going to have to make that happen.
Her short hair slid across the back of her neck making his fingers want to touch. He rubbed her right at the bottom of her hairline and her hair became a torch. The red flames making the darkness of her hair look mystical. His Grace could have anyone; she could lure any male to his death, and she chose to give him her glorious body. His heart ached, and the bitterness sitting in the pit of his stomach lessened, Grace had chosen him.
She allowed her hair to trail over his body, the fire on the end of it caressing him. It was his moan that turned her on. When he whispered more, she thought she would combust on top of him.
She leaned over and licked his nipples before taking one in her mouth and sucking hard.
“Hell yeah,” he shouted as his hips punched in the air.
She felt confident for the first time in her life. She switched nipples sucking on the other one while she used her fingers to play with the first. Joaquin was all lean muscle. She liked that in a male; he reminded her of the swimmers she used to stare at when she was in school. She never went to watch the football team but could almost be found at every swim meet.
She closed her eyes and imagined him in swim trunks doing laps in the pool with her on the side, naked touching herself. She would have to make that happen soon.
“Are you thinking dirty thoughts?”
“What?” He startled her; she had been lost in the fantasy. Bad Grace when the real thing was underneath her.
“I want to know what brought that lustful look to your face. We can do it right now.”
He was fun. They were in the trials; they may die or not be allowed to be together or tortured for something neither of them had control over and still he was having fun and inviting her to play.
She took both hands and laid them on his body allowing them to work their way downward until she was at that little strip of hair that would lead her to the promise land.
She gave him a naughty grin and went lower.
“How do you get to go first,” he asked as a groan came out of his mouth.
She didn’t have an answer so she lowered her head and licked his cock. He gave a roar as she licked him again.
“Grace.” He reached down and pulled her up across his body. “Baby, I want to feel your hot moist mouth all over me, but I also want to sink deep inside of you. I need to feel your pussy pulsating around me. I need to claim you, Grace. Let me claim you, baby.”
The words got lost in her throat as all she could do was nod her head yes. She wanted to be claimed by him—to belong to him, even if it was just for right now. She needed to know what she never knew before; she needed to know Joaquin.
He flipped her, and she spread her legs. His
finger delved into her touching her pussy that was on fire for him. He rubbed against the seam of her until his finger sank in. A breathless moan left her lips as she thrust her hips upward. Please, she begged without words.
He worked his finger deep inside of her, letting the moisture soften his way until he pulled out and added a second finger. She was tight, so he took his time opening her up for his possession.
Joaquin looked at her knowing her secret. The closer she got to her birthday the further she stayed away from men, afraid that in one uncontrollable minute she would lose control. Grace wasn’t a killer, and neither was her fire they were simply in a bad situation.
He withdrew his fingers and placed one in his mouth sucking on it. He groaned around the finger; she tasted divine.
“I love the way you taste,” he told her before he licked the second finger. “I have to have you, baby.”
“Yes have me, take me.”
He leaned over placing his cock at her entrance then he put his hand around it and began to move his hips allowing his cock to sink deeper inside of her.
He gave her nice slow thrusts entering her inch by inch feeling her pussy open up to him like a flower. He felt her clenching around him, and he bit his lip so he wouldn’t go faster. This first time was for Grace; he wanted her to feel cherished.
When he was finally in her, he heard her whisper. “Joaquin, mine to love.”
His heart began to beat erratically as he struggled to maintain the slow thrust he was giving her. In and out he repeated to himself pulling out slowly feeling every inch of her pussy around his cock then plunging in faster.
“Joaquin.” His name came out as a moan. She felt like her pussy was electric and every slow upward movement was torture of the best kind, and then he plunged deep within her making her body arch up as strings of flames danced over her showing her pleasure in a visible way. His body was shaking, and she thrust upward before he could thrust downward.
“More, please, faster.”
His hips swung, driving his cock into her faster and deeper. Her heart sped up, and her legs encircled his hips as she met him thrust for thrust. She was connected to him as she watched her flames dance over his skin. Her body wanted the magic only he could give her. The sensations inside of her body were stretching. Her pussy felt so sensitized that a simple move of his cock inside of her had her moaning or screaming her pleasure. Her hands clenched his back as he worked her, moving deeper when she thought he couldn’t get any further.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.
She was already on the road. Her body was tensing as the pleasure mounted and she wanted to, no needed to escape her body to let him know how amazing he was making her feel. With a scream, she felt her body explode with pleasure. She shook as she held onto him. He was the only solid thing in the midst of the volcano that exploded inside of her. Was she pure flame? She didn’t know, but she felt her fire consume them both when he roared his pleasure and came deep inside of her.
Joaquin was the best thing that ever happened to her, she thought, as her eyes closed.
Chapter Ten
The mountains were beautiful, serene and peaceful, and it would have all made sense if Grace knew why she was there. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Joaquin’s arms. It was the best night of her life and then she woke up here.
She looked down to realize she had on jeans and a tee; that helped but where was she? A column of flames that went straight up in the air caught her attention. Her heart began to hurt as it slammed into her chest. Death. The trials had brought her here to die. All she was to be given was one night with Joaquin.
She straightened her shoulders and moved toward the column of flame. Her worst fear had been dying by the hand of one of her relatives. Grace walked slowly, not because she was avoiding death but because she was enjoying the end of her life. Thoughts of Joaquin made her smile, and she was thankful for the night they got to spend together. Her heart hurt when she thought of him looking for her only to realize he would never be able to find her.
She refused to think about that. Thoughts of him suffering and mourning her loss ran through her mind as she dealt with the fact that she would never see him again. When did she start to care for him? Was it last night? No, it was long before that. In this place, time had no real value, but she felt like she had been here for months, one long day leading to the next. The only thing that was constant, the only thing that had made it bearable was Joaquin.
Up and to the right there was a cabin, it was a nice size without being too big. The flame she had seen came from somewhere around here. Did the flame live here or had it consumed the occupants of the cabin?
Grace took a big breath; it’s not every day you die, she consoled herself. It also wasn’t every day you learned your life was cursed. The cabin had three steps and a wide porch. She walked the steps crossed the porch and knocked on the door.
“Coming,” the male voice said from inside.
She shifted from foot to foot as she waited for the door to open. She took a few minutes to say goodbye to the life she knew and prepared to face the person opening the door.
A male stood in front of her. He was wearing worn jeans with no shirt. His feet were bare, and his unruly black hair was falling into his face a little longer than she remembered it being. He was a little older, but the stubble was still on his face the way he liked to wear it. There as a small burn mark on his shoulder that she had given him when she was three years old and just learning to control the fire.
“Grace!” The man screamed her name pulled her into a big bear hug then picked her up and carried her into the living room like she was still three. Then he proceeded to place kisses all over her face like he was deranged and kept humming “my Grace,” to himself.
She had to put a stop to this. She was going crazy, but kept hugging him instead burying her nose in his shoulder and getting a whiff of him as memory after memory poured in. Finally, he sat her down, watching her.
Her fingers went out to touch the face in front of her. “Dad?”
“Grace, my Grace.” She was back in a bear hug but this time, he simply rocked her side to side without picking her up.
One tiny erratic tear fell from her eyes because she was happy to see her father and she was mad. Where had he been when she needed him? How could he leave her and not come for her?
“Let her breathe, Mark,” a voice said from the doorway into the other room.
Grace stiffened before she turned around and looked into the face of her mother. This was impossible; her mother was dead there was no way she survived the last twenty years. The trials must be playing games with her head, but why.
“Grace.”
No, Grace shook her head refusing to believe what she was seeing. Killing her one was one thing; she could understand why she needed to die to make the world a better, safer place. She couldn’t understand why she had to be tortured in the process.
“I’m real, Grace. Just like your father, I’m alive.”
“You can’t be; if you were my mother, my real mother, you wouldn’t have left me alone to fend for myself. You would have come to me and told me you found a way to beat the curse. I wouldn’t be here about to die. I don’t know what you are, but I know you’re not my mother.”
“We came looking for you Grace, your dad and I. We ended up in Pittsburgh, but we couldn’t find you.”
“That’s because I’m in Newburg.”
“I know that now. I ran into a young girl named Beth. I think it’s more appropriate to say she ran into me. She said I looked like her friend Grace. I had to talk to her after hearing your name.”
“Did you hurt Beth?”
“No she was on her way home with her parents, and your dad and I were on our way to Newburg until we ended up here. This cabin, this area is our past.”
“I don’t understand.” Not that it mattered to her, Beth was safe. Tre were only a few people in her life she wanted to protect; Be
th was one of them.
“Come with me, let me explain my life.” Tina turned to look at her husband. “Our life to you.”
She walked into the hallway that led to a small kitchen. From there her mom opened a door that led down to a basement. To the back of the basement was a room with a huge door and walls that looked impenetrable.
Tina walked into the room and turned to look at Grace. “You’ll never understand unless you come inside.”
Grace turned to look at her father; his face was grim, and his lips tugged into a frown. Whatever memories this place held for him they weren’t good ones. She walked into the room with her mom because she needed answers.
“Close the door, Mark.”
The heavy clang of the door was enough to make Grace want to hyperventilate; it felt permanent like she would never be free again. The walls were black almost as if they had repeatedly been burned by fire but had survived the test of time.
“Sit in the corner, Grace; I don’t want to run the risk of hurting you. When your dad and I left after we knew you would be taken care of, we traveled almost constantly. We slept in shifts to be able to make it to this small cabin in the woods of nowhere. We planned this almost from the time I was fifteen. Your dad and I have been together for a long time. Every extra cent we got that didn’t go to you went to building this room. It’s flameproof if you haven’t figured it out yet.
“We made it here the day before my birthday. One last day to live, love, and pray for our baby girl. Your dad came down here with me and spent the night loving me. I was born at two-fifteen p.m. So he even had time to make me breakfast and lunch. At two-ten he walked out of here and locked the door. He wanted to wait until two-fourteen, but I thought two-ten was already a risk. At two-fifteen my body became a flame that would encompass the next ten years of our lives.”
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