beside the door, withdrawing his credit chip from a pocket in his jacket
and swiping it across the scanner. “Full service.”
A rapid series of chirps followed his instruction, the only
sounds to be heard as the sex-den’s processor deducted the appropriate credit
charge from his chip and produced a receipt.
Corvan pocketed both. Then spun around and grabbed Falynn’s
right wrist just as she was about to bury a hooked blade into his ear.
He shook his head, reaching up to unfurl her fingers from
the weapon’s curved hilt. “Tsk, tsk, Proserpina.” He gazed into her turbulent
stare. He removed the dagger from her grip and tossed it aside, uncaring where
it landed. “Very amateurish. Perhaps I need to refresh your training.”
Falynn’s eyes narrowed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she
drew in a slow, even breath, the bones of her wrist twitching under his palm as
she clenched her fist. “Fuck you.”
“Yes. That is the plan.”
He flicked his wrist, spinning her around. Whipping his free
arm around her torso, he flattened his hand against the firm plane of her
stomach and yanked, smashing her back against his chest.
His throbbing cock nestled perfectly in the crevice of her
ass cheeks, the second-skin suit she wore leaving little barrier. Even through
the leather of his trousers he could feel the toned curve of each cheek hug his
erection. A wave of hungry desire rolled through him and he smoothed the hand
on her belly upward, closing his fingers around her left breast, taking
possession of its swollen weight, her nipple a rock-hard point under his palm.
Corvan pulled in a breath, the distinct scent of her arousal
filling his nostrils, his being. His head swam for a split second. Fuck, he
could never forget the perfume of her desire. He’d taken it into his body every
training session in the holo-dojo, a soft, subtle, intoxicating muskiness he’d
grown addicted to. She’d lusted after him from the very first moment, just as
he had her. It had taken all his control to not throw her onto the nearest
surface and bury himself up to the balls in her tight wetness every time he was
near her.
Falynn arched into his hold, thrusting her breasts forward
and her ass backward, grinding against his cock as she placed her free hand on
top of his. She guided his caress on her breast, making him cup and squeeze the
heavy swell. Making him massage its full form in slow, deliberate circles that
sent ribbons of delicious heat through his body down into his groin.
“You always were an arrogant SOB,” she stated, her fingers
threading through his, her ass sliding up and down the length of his clothed
shaft in a rhythm mimicking the one she set with the hand on her breast.
He dragged in another deep breath, heat flooding his
balls—and almost lost his grip on Falynn’s wrist when she hooked her nails into
the pressure point in his palm and twisted in his hold.
She spun about, the arm he’d pinned behind her back now
skewed out to the side, her other arm locked straight as she gripped his wrist in a fierce hold and stared straight at him. “But I’ve come a long
way since you disappeared.”
With a speed he couldn’t help but admire, she lifted her
right leg and smashed her booted foot against his chest, launching herself back
and upward, flipping head over heels. The fluid motion tore their grips free,
and Corvan leapt forward, driving his shoulder into Falynn’s gut the second she
landed, feet perfectly steady, on the floor.
He drove her across the room, smashing her against the wall
with brutal force. Her teeth clicked together and he captured the sound with
his mouth, crushing her lips under his with a savage kiss. Her hands knotted in
his hair, forcing his head still as she drove her tongue into his mouth,
meeting the kiss with her own, demanding more. Lashing his teeth with her tongue
before biting down on his bottom lip.
He hissed in a breath and jerked his head free, backing up a
step, the coppery tang
John Steinbeck, Richard Astro