Afternoon light shimmered through beveled glass, casting prisms around the door as Georgia opened it.
As it had each time, the scene outside took her breath.
A crystal inlet, blue as the Caribbean, stretched between time-etched cliffs, out, out, out to the Arda Sea. On either side of the cove, small waterfalls tumbled over rocks, splashing and plunging into the waiting waters below.
Mesmerized, Georgia slipped out of the cabin, pulling the door closed behind her. Once more, she felt the tickle of Arda’s soft grass on her bare feet, and the air’s gentle caress on her naked skin.
I live here now. This is my world. My home.
The path to the cove was short but full of striking vegetation. Red blossoms spilled over purple bell flowers, and palm-like trees lorded over the tropical garden. Georgia paused half way to the beach, running her fingers over one of the palms’ sandpaper bark. Vines hung from the tree’s higher branches—and in fact, all of the palms had vines of differing lengths and color.
These were light blue.
Georgia grabbed one. “Me Tarzan,” she grunted, then dissolved with laughter.
The vine felt soft against her skin, and she guessed it wouldn’t hold her if she climbed and tried to swing like Jane did in the old television shows. Instead, she drew the silky fibers across her cheek and lips, then her nipples, then her belly.
Everything on Arda seemed created for enjoyment. For pure pleasure. Georgia closed her eyes and absorbed the whispering breeze, the gentle lap of waves in the lagoon, the heat of big sun and little sister, no doubt doubling the count of her freckles.
How many times can I masturbate before tall dark and well-hung wakes up from his nap? She straddled the vine. It’ll be an experiment.
Shanna. Fari’s psi-voice trickled into her mind, averting a startle. She turned around, and he was right behind her, grinning like an overgrown gorilla.
“Did you rest?” Georgia hunched on the vine, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Fari nodded. He licked his lips as she slid up and down the vine again.
Georgia felt her throat clench. Her pa pulsed, and Fari’s carnal thoughts twined through her own.
Out in the landing clearing, by the speeder—the sex had been so wild. In the cabin, tender, passionate, and endless. Fari wasn’t medicated any longer. He was all warrior now, raw and unchecked. His hard-on excited Georgia further, and she stroked herself faster with the vine.
“Want to watch me come?”
“No.” Fari’s voice had a rough edge as he reached out and caught her by the arm. “This time, it will be my way.”
Georgia’s heart fluttered. She thought about refusing him, but what was the point? She’d only fuck him later, twice as hard.
“Okay, hotshot.” She dropped the vine and gave him her best wink. “Go for it.”
Fari’s grin looked more like a tiger’s snarl.
He pulled Georgia close to him and spun her around until she faced the lagoon—but she couldn’t see the water. Fari filled her gaze, her senses, even as everything melted to him, just him, as he kissed her deeply, parting her lips with his eager tongue.
She closed her eyes, welcoming his probe. The feel of his naked body pressed against her own made her ache for more, and still more.
Even your beard stubble—it feels so good on my cheeks. Damn. I can’t get enough of you. The thoughts just slipped out, but Georgia didn’t have time to regret them.
Fari took one of her wrists, even as his kiss deepened. I will never have enough of you.
Georgia felt the brush of fingers and silk—and then again, on the other wrist. Fari had bound her loosely with two of the hanging vines.
He broke from their kiss as she tested the ropes.
“Come back here,” she demanded. “I’m not finished with you.”
Fari quickly obliged.
Long kisses. Slow, and wet, and sensual.
All the while his hands traveled her hips, her pussy, her shoulders, and finally, her breasts. Fari stepped back and gazed at her, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you trust me to please you?” His voice sounded like a tiger’s purr.
Georgia groaned and pulled against the vines to support herself. Her knees wanted to buckle. Behind Fari, the Arda Sea pushed larger and larger waves into the lagoon.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Fari smiled at her and studied her whole body as he tweaked her nipples over and over and over again. Georgia’s pussy throbbed with each pinch.
“I know you fear attachment, beloved.” Fari’s deep voice doubled the pleasure Georgia felt from the relentless rubbing of her sensitive nubs. “But I do love you. I will ask nothing of you, but these feelings—I must express.”
And before she could answer, Fari knelt before her and captured the end of one breast in his hot mouth. As he sucked, at first gentle, then harder and deeper as Georgia groaned and began to beg, she could see the waves crashing against the rocky beach below.
Throwing her head back, she moaned as he changed nipples and sucked just as hard.
“I can’t take much more,” she panted.
“But you must.” He teased her clit once with his finger as he switched breasts. “I wish to take my time with you. You taste so good. So very good.”
For long, long minutes, Fari did nothing more than suck her rock-hard nipples. His mouth felt like liquid fire on her skin, and his gentle nibbles made her cry out with shock and delight.
“I’m so wet.” She thrust her breast farther into his mouth. “I think I’m going to come from just this.”
Fari grunted his approval, captured her nipple in his teeth, and flicked the end hard and fast with his skilled tongue.
“Yes. God.” Georgia arched forward, once more pressing her tender flesh against his lips.
Fari gathered the other breast and pressed it into the first. Then, holding the nipples together, he sucked them both at once.
Georgia jerked against the vines, moaning as a small orgasm rattled her.
Skillful as always, Fari rode out Georgia’s shouts and kept up the pressure on her nipples until he fueled Georgia’s desire all over again. Then he moved his kisses to her belly, and lower, to her come-soaked mons.
“I want to taste you,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to stop.”
Passion washed Georgia in short, face-flushing shocks. She doubled her grip on the vines and spread her legs as wide as they would go.
In one fluid motion, Fari lifted her from the ground. He put her legs on his shoulders, leaving her suspended from the vines even as he braced her weight with his powerful arms.
Georgia felt like she had landed in the world’s most erotic swing.
Fari parted the lips of her pussy with his tongue, moving them back with gentle strokes until her clit was completely exposed.
Any second, he would touch it.
But he didn’t.
He just held her there, legs about his shoulders, rocking gently, clinging to the vines and pleading for relief with each whimper and sway.
She ground her teeth. “Stop teasing!”
At last, he licked her throbbing center.
Georgia screamed like she was dying. Her body acted outside her conscious control, arching her hips into his face.
Fari’s strong hands continued to brace her at the hips as he pulled her forward, sucking her clit into his mouth just as he had sucked her nipples. He caught it tenderly between his lips, then used his tongue to hammer dead-center on the delicate nub.
So much pleasure it was almost pain.
Georgia’s breath came in ragged gasps. She swung in closer, then pulled back a bit. Each time, Fari drew her inside his mouth, nursing her clit like a juicy strawberry. His tongue felt like a hot, wet finger on high speed, hitting the spot with relentless accuracy.
Georgia lost it. “Damn. Damn that’s good! Ah, God. Don’t stop. Damn!”
She wriggled and bucked
and came faster than she wanted to.
No matter.
Fari kept suckling her, laving the tender flesh, drinking her juices with heated groans of delight.
Orgasm after orgasm rocked Georgia, until she indeed pleaded with him to stop the torture.
“Time to fuck me. Now.” She swung herself back. “Before I lose my mind.”
Fari slid her hips down in a flash, until her legs wrapped around his waist. Holding her gaze with his blacker-than-black eyes, he moved her to position his cock, then yanked her forward, burying himself womb-deep in her pussy.
Georgia let out a low moan of pleasure as her quim expanded to take his iron-hard length. He belonged inside her, like the perfect part in a perfect sexual engine.
She clenched him as hard as she could.
He stepped back, just enough to leave her hanging on the vines, thighs locked around his hips. And then he grabbed her ass and slammed her against his groin.
“So wet,” he murmured. “So soft. You fit me, shanna.”
Beyond coherent noises, Georgia closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the incredible sensations.
Fari fucked her hard and fast. The vines whispered and rustled above her, and she heard herself swearing, cursing, demanding that he make her come, demanding that he make it last forever.
Shanna. My beloved! He fucked her harder still. Deeper.
Georgia ripped her hands from the vines and threw herself forward, grabbing his shoulders for dear life. Each silken plunge seemed to reach the center of her being.
Their pa marks joined in a river of sparks, jolting them both.
“Now. Now!” Georgia pounded his shoulders, and Fari let her weight fall hard against his groin.
His hot seed exploded into her pussy as the walls contracted. Georgia came at the same second, clenching her legs and milking him dry. Thrusting and thrusting until she simply couldn’t move.
Fari seemed frozen in place as well. He held her there without effort, in the middle of the jungle-beach. His cock felt like heaven inside her, and she never wanted him to pull out. Once more, a breeze ruffled leaves and petals, tickling Georgia’s bare shoulders and back. From the lagoon, the gentle rush of water sounded like a lullaby.
“I love you, shanna.” Fari’s voice was just as peaceful and right as the rest of the natural sounds.
Georgia held him tighter and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Sha. I—I love you, too.”
Chapter 13
Fari Tul’Mar felt like he had entered a time of dreams.
Morning sunslight bathed the Ammon lagoon, and Georgia stretched beside him in the soft beach grass. He faced her and stroked her freckled skin from neck to hip, watching the slow rise and fall of her breath.
Through their psi-link, Fari knew her dreams were of him, and of painting. Painting him, in fact.
Fari smiled and kissed Georgia’s shoulder. She had tanned to a fine brown, tinged with the flush of health and happiness. A stellar day had passed since his shanna first spoke words of love to him. She had yet to repeat them, but her prickly demeanor had softened to that of a pleased cat.
At the moment, she was well-sated from a breakfast of fruit, nuts, and sweetbread, followed by a slow kon’pa, the Ardani dance of life—and an equally slow coupling on the higher beach, near the cabin. Neither of them had worn clothing since they landed, as it should be in a couple’s new-mating time.
“But this is not our new-mating time,” Fari reminded himself quietly. A mix of pain and anguish twisted in his belly. All along, Georgia had been clear about her wishes, intents, and desires. Commitment and marriage were not among them.
Besides, after Fari’s many past failures protecting those he loved, perhaps he was less than worthy of such sentiments.
And yet, Georgia had told him she loved him.
How can I win you, my beloved? Fari flicked a lock of flaming hair from his shanna’s face. If this were Elise and he were Ki, Fari would simply toss his woman over his shoulder and make off with her.
But Georgia and Elise, despite their friendship and kinship, were two very different women.
If Fari wed Georgia without her knowledge or consent, or attempted to keep her captive, or even threw her over his shoulder without her first requesting it, he doubted he would have a cock to fuck her with the following morning.
This wild thing, this Lorelei, she would get him in his sleep. With both of the legendary ruby blades hanging in her bedchamber back at Camford.
He loved that about her—the spirit and fire. Fari loved everything about Georgia, from her wit and intelligence to the way she curled her toes when he kissed her. Her past trauma had not defeated her. She fed on it, as if to spite her attacker—this “high school” man named “Chuck.”
A fergilla I will have a long conversation with one day. Fari thought of his barbed sword and smiled again, this time in a carnivorous, dangerous way.
Georgia stirred and grumbled, then punched him softly in the chest. “Your thoughts are noisy.”
“My apologies, beloved.” Fari carefully shielded his plans for Chuck of Earth, who one day would live to regret harming women. “Do you plan to sleep our day away?”
“Give me a reason not to.” Georgia’s eyes remained closed, but her hands grew active, tracing first Fari’s stubbled cheeks, and then his heated pa mark across his chest, then down, toward his cock. “Ah. There’s a good reason. A nice, thick, hard one.”
“Always.” Fari leaned forward and kissed his shanna, even as her fingers closed on his rigid length. She could please him so intensely, so quickly, and her appetite was near insatiable.
Georgia massaged the sac at the base of his cock. “I like how this feels in my hand.”
Fari bit her lip gently, then let it go. “I enjoy it as well,” he managed, though words were becoming difficult.
She moved from his bollocks to the base of his cock, circling, gripping it and sliding her hand up to the sensitive tip.
“Like silk, but hard as stone,” she murmured. “God, I’ve never known a man like you.”
Heat consumed Fari as his world became the movement of Georgia’s skillful hand.
“How many women have you fucked? Fifty? One hundred? Probably three times that many.”
Georgia’s quiet inquiry took Fari by surprise. He had no shame over his prior relations, but he feared angering his shanna. Earlier experiences with Elise had taught him much about the jealousies of Earth females—and this private time with Georgia had been so perfect. Fari hated to spoil it, especially with her fist clenched on his manhood.
I scarce can think, beloved. You are not playing fair.
“Mmm.” Georgia speeded her strokes, bringing him closer to orgasm. “Then it’s probably more like four hundred. Or maybe you don’t even know.”
None compare to you.
With four rapid tugs, she dragged him to the edge of bliss—and stopped. Fari clamped his teeth together. Sweat broke over his brow as she gripped him harder, and harder still.
“How do I know that?” Georgia asked. She sounded sultry. Teasing. Completely maddening.
“Because I do not lie.” Fari covered her hand with his. Georgia drew a sharp breath, but her thoughts communicated excitement and the thrill of challenge.
“Because you may read my thoughts whenever you choose.” Slowly, Fari moved her fist up and down his stiff cock. She offered some resistance, a token, but that only increased the sweet pleasure.
“And because however many women came before you,” Fari said as he pumped himself harder with Georgia’s fingers, his words escaping in ragged gasps, “there will never be another without you.”
Georgia’s eyes widened.
Fari came with a powerful spurt, and his shanna bent forward and drank his seed. Her thoughts were a jumble of happiness and fear—but they were not closed to him.
Georgia’s heart thumped against her ribs as she rose from sucking Fari dry. His cock was already getting hard again, which thrille
d her to no end. She felt like a nervous teenager, having sex for the very first time. There they were, stretched side by side, naked body to naked body, on an exotic island, on the most exotic planet she could imagine, and she could fuck him any time she wanted, any way she wanted, as often as she wanted.
There will never be another…
Fari had committed to her, and he hadn’t asked for anything in return.
He leaned down and suckled her breast, rubbing his tongue across the hard, pebbled flesh. Shivers of pleasure gripped Georgia, and she ran her fingers through his long, thick hair. Her other breast literally ached for his mouth until he gave it attention. Georgia let him toy with the sensitive nub until she couldn’t stand another second, then pulled his head up to kiss him.
His mouth covered hers possessively, yet with infinite tenderness. Georgia parted her lips and joined her tongue with his, enjoying his male taste, his male smell, and the feel of his arousal against her belly.
Fari kissed her until she wanted to cry from his sweetness, then smiled as she pushed him back far enough to say, “I want you inside me. Now. Please.”
His rumble of approval made her shiver again.
Georgia moved forward and lifted her leg over his hip, and his dark eyes captured her completely. With no teasing, he slid his cock inside her wet pussy, grabbed her ass, and pulled her as close to him as she could get.
The sensation of his thick erection buried in her hot core made Georgia groan. She closed her eyes, but he whispered, “Keep them open. Look at me while I make you come.”
Fari’s low, sexy voice made Georgia twice as wet. She forced her eyes open and lost herself in his intense gaze.
They arched together slowly. Each thrust seemed to take him deeper into her quim, farther into her soul. Georgia’s nipples rubbed against his hard chest as he ground himself against her, moving her with his powerful hands.
In that moment, Georgia joined with him, completely and perfectly. She felt deliciously his, as if no other woman could tame his wild warrior’s spirit. If Fari had pronounced them married, she might not have cared.
Deeper. Somehow he went deeper into her pussy, and just fast enough to increase her arousal. His eyes bored just as deep into her consciousness. “So tight, shanna. Such a good fit, from head to toe. You were built for me.”
Sailkeeper's Bride Page 8
