want to know in case you see a random female ghosting
around here.»
Whoa. Surprise. «How's he doing?»
Zsadist paused. «I don't know. He's pretty tight about shit. Not real talkative. The bastard.»
«Oh, and you're a candidate for The View?»
«Right back at you, Bahbwa.»
«Touche.» V shook his head. «Man, I owe him.»
«Yeah, you do. We all do.»
«Hold up, Z.» V tossed the spoon he'd used to sugar his coffee across the room. «You're going to
want this, true.»
Z caught the thing on the fly. «Ah, would have spaced that. Thanks. Man, I got Bella on the brain
all'a time, feel me?»
The butler's door flapped shut.
In the silence of the kitchen V took another drink from his mug. The coffee was no longer hot, its
warmth having dissipated. In another fifteen minutes it would be icy.
Undrinkable.
Yeah… he knew how hard it was to be thinking about your female all the time.
Knew it firsthand.
Cormia felt the bed wiggle as the Primale rolled over. Once again.
It had been thus for hours upon hours. She had not slept all day, and she was sure he had not,
either. Unless he moved around a lot whilst in repose.
He let out a mumble and jerked about, his heavy limbs thrashing. It was as if he couldn't get
comfortable, and she worried that she was somehow disrupting him… although it was unclear
how. She had stayed still since she'd gotten in.
It was strange, though. She was comforted by his presence in spite of his restlessness. There was
something easing about the knowledge that he was on the other side of the bed. She felt safe with
him, though she knew him not.
The Primale lurched again, groaned and-
Cormia jumped when his hand landed on her arm.
As did he. With a low growl he made some kind of questioning sound in his throat, then ran his
palm up and down, as if trying to figure out what was in his bed with him.
She expected him to pull back.
Instead he grabbed on.
Cormia's lips parted in shock as he made a noise deep in his throat and waded through the sheets,
his hand going from her arm to her waist. As if she'd passed some kind of test he rolled into her,
a thick thigh coming against hers, something hard pushing into her hip. His hand started moving,
and before she knew it the drapery was loosening and then it was off her body.
He growled louder and pulled her flush to him such that the hard length now lay across her
thighs. She gasped, but there was no time to react or think. His lips found her throat and sucked
on her skin, the draw causing her body to heat. And then his body began to move. The forward
and backward surging made something between her legs well and tingle, something dark and
needy unfurling in her belly.
Without warning, both his arms shot around her and he rolled her onto her back, his luxurious
hair falling down over her face. His thick thigh between hers, and he mounted her, that push and
retreat stroking what she knew was his sex against her. He was huge atop her, but she didn't feel
trapped or scared. Whatever this was between them was something she wanted. Something… she
craved.
Tentatively she put her hands on his back. The muscles along his spine were tremendous, and
they rippled with his arching and retreating under the satin of his robe. He growled anew when
she touched him, as if he liked her hands on him, and just as she wondered what his bare skin felt
like he lifted up and disrobed.
Then he leaned to one side, took her palm in his, and put it between their bodies. On himself.
They both gasped as the connection was made, and she had an instant of pure amazement at the
heat and the hardness and the size of him… as well the softness of his skin… and the power that
seemed to rest in his staff of flesh. She gripped him in reflex as a shocking bolt of fire speared
her at her thighs.
Except then he cried out and his hips pushed forward and what was in her hand started to kick.
Warm bursts shot out from somewhere and covered her belly.
Oh, dear Virgin, had she hurt him?
Phury woke up on top of Cormia, with her hand on his cock and an orgasm in full swing. He
tried to stop his body, grappled to get a rein on the erotic currents thundering through him, but he
couldn't stop the momentum, even as he was aware he was coming all over her.
The second the sensations passed he whipped back. And then everything got worse.
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