Shattered Stars by Viola Grace Page B

while he licked and
sucked every ounce of her orgasm from her.
    Just when she
thought it was over, she felt her blood warming again.
    He flipped her
over, and her belly was pressed to the cool surface of the table.
She gripped the table tightly as he worked into her pussy, and a
squeak came from her lips when his retractable appendage worked its
way into her ass.
    He didn’t
thrust, he never did, but both impaling objects twisted inside her,
and she gasped, twisted and clung to the table while he tortured
her.
    When her orgasm
struck, she let out a strangle noise followed by a keening cry that
went on and on. He whispered encouragement in a gruff tone. “Keep
on, give it all to me.”
    She shuddered
again as aftershocks gripped him in slow, luxurious pulses.
    She moaned low,
and he continued to twist and surge inside her.
    He withdrew
from her slowly, turned her to her back and moved between her
thighs again. He slid into her, and she took him easily.
    He stroked a
hand between her breasts and then used his fingers to knead and
pull at her breasts and nipples. She was already more stunned than
tired, but her body had been denied, and it was eager to play
again.
    With her
nipples sharply alert and eager for more play, she arched her back
toward him.
    He gripped her
hips and pulled her into his lap, holding her head with one hand to
bring her in for his kiss.
    She moaned as
his tongue slid along hers; they tangled, and he mimicked the
motions of the thick column of his cock churning inside her.
    Hannah held
onto him, caressing his chest, his belly, his arms, anything she
could reach. She left trails of the silvered paint all over him,
and she didn’t care.
    Her body was
rocketing toward another orgasm as the slow twist rubbed all the
nerve endings that were interested in her release.
    She fed at his
lips, moaning and whimpering as she sought more. He gave her what
she asked for, slipping a hand between them and squeezing her
breasts, giving the tiny bit of pain that heightened the pleasure
swamping her.
    His stroking
and squeezing of her breasts and nipples, the twist of the thick
column of his cock inside her and the wild kisses that drove her
higher culminated in her jerking against him with her mouth open on
a silent scream with stars bursting behind her lids. Darkness
swallowed her and she was happy to go.
     
    Light kisses
feathered her eyelids, and she opened her eyes to find Mero
smiling. “So, you do have some affection for me after all.”
    She laughed.
“This was how you can tell?”
    “That you would
display yourself so vulnerably and wear my marks on you. It shows
that you take my pride to heart. It is a good sign.”
    “I did miss
you. This was my way of getting you to make the first move, so I
didn’t feel silly.”
    He laughed.
“So, instead, you are nearly naked in my lap, and you still have to
have dinner.”
    She blushed.
“Dk’ket has seen worse.”
    “Not recently.
You are very circumspect. Well, you were until today.” He stroked
her cheek.
    “I saw it in a
vid once, and it seemed like the best way to make an impression.
Unfortunately, the side effect is that the silver is all over
you.”
    He nodded. “I
know. It makes me want to start all over again and see how many of
those designs I can smudge.”
    She blinked and
bit her lip. “I didn’t intend it as a challenge.”
    “No, but for my
brethren, it will be a taunt.” He kissed her softly and whispered
against her lips. “It’s perfect.”

Chapter
Eleven
     
     
    As Mero’s companion,
she was considered the lady of the manor when it came to greeting
their guests.
    The new dress
she was wearing was formfitting without being indecent, and it made
every movement she made a dramatic flutter.
    She stood at
Mero’s side as his family arrived for the meeting that would take
up the rest of the month. Hannah had been briefed. She was not to
leave her patron’s side while his relatives were present. She
wasn’t a living being, she was