His Fire Maiden by Michelle M. Pillow Page B

silence. She still held his locks, pulling at the roots. A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. Her lips parted, and he licked between them, flicking his tongue to dance teasingly along the edges. His hand slid into her hair as he used the locks to jerk her away from the wall. She instantly let go of his hair as he walked her backward to her bed.
    Her legs hit the low mattress. Thinking he’d let go, she swept her leg into his in a maneuver to get him on his back. He didn’t release her hair, and she ended up falling on top of him. The loud smack of their flesh slapping together sent a tingle over her body. She had never felt so alive in her life. His heat, his taste, his smell, all her senses were overwhelmed.
    She began to move over him, straddling his waist. The firm press of his cock slid against her ass. She hadn’t looked as they stripped from their clothing. The length of it didn’t surprise her. He was such a large man. It made sense that all of him would be in proportion to that fact.
    Tiny dark red lines ran haphazard patterns over his entire length, like a tattoo inked in blood. The design was natural, beautiful, mesmerizing. She traced her fingers along the lines. Her actions caused him to tense. He looked down at her hands.
    Violette could see the threat of the rational dawning in his eyes. She covered his mouth with her hand before he could speak and quickly maneuvered her body over his. The first intimate contact of his shaft probing into her depths caused her to gasp. She trembled as she forced herself lower. He didn’t move, didn’t stop her. She lifted and then slowly sat back down. It didn’t take long before a natural rhythm struck up between them.
    Dev began to thrust his hips, pressing up as she came down. Their actions became almost angry, like a fight both of them could win. His hands slid onto her hips, guiding her over him. She loved the mindlessness of the moment. Pleasure didn’t have to make sense, it just was. Before long the tremors of climax were washing over her. She dug her fingernails into his chest. Heat exploded inside her as he came. The eruption was everything she expected it might be—mindless bliss with an aftermath of consequences.
    As she pulled off of him, she shivered at the sudden rush of cold air that hit her body. He’d been so warm, and the room’s temperature seemed to drop without his touch. She backed away from him. Violette was too practical to ponder senseless things like “What have I done?” and “What was I thinking?”. She’d known exactly what she was doing. And now, she was going to have to figure out the best way to minimize the ramifications.
    “This never happened,” she stated in her most imposing tone. It wasn’t the most well done statement, but it was the only one she had.
    When in doubt, give an order. Always act as if you know something the others don’t. Crewmen won’t question the boss.
    The advice had come from her father. For a moment, with Dev, she hadn’t thought about any of her responsibilities. Now they came rushing back to weigh heavier on her mind than before.
    Violette went to the clothing drawer built into the wall and ran her finger over the scanner. It opened, and she quickly dressed in a tight black shirt and even tighter red pants. The waistband had two narrow strips of material that looped around her waist and over her shoulders to create a decorative pattern on her shirt. When she turned, Dev stood, fully clothed. She hadn’t even heard him move from the bed. Searching his blank expression, she could detect nothing in him that would hint at the passion erupting within the room moments before.
    “This will be your quarters while you are a guest on my ship. I will make alternate arrangements.” Violette moved for the door a little too fast. And, as the metal entryway slid shut behind her, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he hadn’t tried to stop her. Then again, what did she expect? The