I wasn't able to make it last week, but here we are again. *grin* Today, I'm continuing where I left of with this fantasy romance I'm building up. You can read previous chapters by clicking on the links below.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I've had a hard time fitting in today's prompt, but I finally went with: "It’s my treat."
Enjoy!
XOXO,
Elyzabeth
Hand of Fate 4
“Mayra.”
Her nipples
hardened as he tried out her name. Every time he said it her body responded.
There was no malice in his tone, quite the contrary, her name on his lips
sounded like honey dripping from a spoon. She felt compelled to raise her head
and look him in the eye. To see if in their depths there was any warmth or if
it was truly all a spell.
“Mayra,” he
crooned. Her back arched and she gasped as he touched her spine with his
fingertip. He slid it lower, causing
sparks of desire to build between her legs. She moaned. Dear Gods. What was he
doing to her? She shut her eyes and chewed on her bottom lip. She would fight.
She would not succumb. The Ilaildar’s finger traced tiny circles over her
bottom left cheek. Her lips parted as she fought to control her panting breath.
A little more. A little more and he’d reach her folds. Yes. No. No. No. Yes. Abruptly,
he stopped.
“Why did
you pick her, Uraima?”
“My Lord?”
“Why her?
She’s got spirit this one. She’s a fighter. She’ll be nothing but a load of trouble.”
Mayra cried
out as the Ilaildar wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back.
Her eyes flew to the other man’s. His kind brown gaze was troubled.
“There is
no doubt that she is beautiful. I can see that. Plump lips, soft large eyes,
high cheekbones, a fine nose. Show me your hands, Mayra.”
Her hesitation
caused sharp tug at her scalp that brought tears to her eyes. She flattened her
hands on her knees.
“Ah, look
at that. Long fingers, barely any callouses, no spots. Good hands.” The one on
her hair loosened a bit. “Her body is not that great. She’s too wiry, too thin.
Her bottom is well proportioned but her breasts are too small. There is nothing
we can do about that but I’m certain that some quality food will help get some
meat on the rest of those bones.”
He released
her hair and she breathed in a sigh of relief. It didn’t last long as his cold fingers
grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. The Ilaildar crouched before
her. Eyes the color of frozen ice bore into her. Heat swamped her senses.
Goosebumps sprouted over her flesh. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples so
distended they ached. She had no doubt that the spot on the floor where she
kneeled was wet with her juices. She curled her hands into fists. It could not
be. Why? Why did he have such power over her? Why did she want nothing more
than to bed him?
“Mayra.”
She shut
her eyes. No.
The Ilaildar
chuckled and let go of her.
“She is not
immune but she fights it with all her heart.” He cocked his head. “I wonder…Touch
her, Uraima.”
“I beg your
pardon, my lord?”
“I want you
to touch her. It’s my treat, my gift to you for picking such a delectable
Kamaira.”
To be continued...
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