Remembered by Hazel Hunter Page A

her fingertips across the tight buds of his nipples, he hissed. He leaned back against the table and gripped the stone, the look on his face nothing short of desperate.
    The Goddess in her didn’t care. The Goddess wanted both his fear and his desire.
    Galia moved cautiously, as if she held a pack of dogs on a leash. She kissed Strayke gently, then ran her lips along his chest and his neck. When she moved close, she could feel his cock pressed between them. The motion made him groan, but she ignored it. She learned his body they way she had learned Mina’s. She took in the lines of him, and the beauty of his scars. He felt like a part of her that had been missing. Below, her hand found his hard, heated shaft, sliding her fingers along it. Strayke moaned.
    Slowly, she slipped to her knees. Though his cock was dark and straining for her, Strayke was frozen in place. She lapped experimentally at his shaft and the taut balls underneath. When he groaned, it made her smile. She tasted him at the tip, swirling her tongue underneath the foreskin before pulling his cock into her mouth. She heard his fingernails scrape the stone table.
    Galia drew it out, tonguing him, and feeling his response. But as she did, heat gathered inside her. It was so familiar, but it was also strange, because she had only shared this with Mina before. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could. When she pulled back, his cock was slick.
    “Lie back,” she said, her voice like many voices together, and no longer her own.
    Obediently, he stretched across the table, his head dangling over one edge and his lower legs hanging off the other. Galia was aware of the knife, but ignored it. Instead, all she wanted was to feel Strayke under her body, and then inside it.
    Galia lifted herself up on the table, straddling his hips. His hard flesh pressed into her slit.
    “Who am I?” she said, in her many-voiced voice, terrible and sweet, demanding his answer.
    Strayke raised his head, his delicious jugular pulsing. The Goddess in her needed his sacrifice. Power roiled inside, and she glanced at the knife. It would be so easy.
    “You’re the woman I can’t stop thinking about,” he whispered hoarsely. At the unvarnished desire in his voice, the Goddess faltered. “You are the other part of my soul. You’re Galia.”
    At his words, Galia felt her heart leap into her throat, staring hard into his glittering eyes. The words were true. He was the other part of herself. She heard the certainty of it as though she’d always known. And in that moment, she was stronger than the Goddess.
    “I want you,” she whispered. “Do you want me?”
    “Forever,” he swore.
    She reached down and took his cock. He groaned as she squeezed it, and lifted it to her opening. The swollen head parted her slick folds, already wet for him. It would be so easy to take him inside. She teased herself, rubbing him along her, until they were both whimpering through clenched teeth. But finally Galia couldn’t take it any more. She sank down on him with a cry of relief, as he filled her. They fit perfectly, the stretch and fullness incredible. Strayke exhaled in a shuddering breath and let his head loll beyond the edge of the table.
    Though she took one of his hands, he didn’t look up. Instead his hips bucked upward lifting her. She groaned, reveling in the deeper penetration. As she slid his hand between her legs, her eyes fluttered closed when he found her clit, pressing his fingers against her sensitive flesh.
    “Oh yes,” she murmured, shifting her weight.
    His hips bucked up against her. His other hand landed on her waist, encouraging her to the ancient rhythm that had claimed him. The pressure rose low in her belly, wondrous and hot. Her hips responded with desperate gyrations, circling and bucking. She couldn’t stop, and his fingers wouldn’t stop.
    The Goddess inside her pushed her hard, the pleasure building faster, higher, and hotter. Ecstasy filled her, and she