Page 62 of Elusive Hero (Vampire Queen 12)

While Joely verified they'd put on their seatbelts and reminded them of basic safety instructions, Kaela thought about the heat of his thigh against hers, his arm around her shoulder, his scent in her nose, not from the T-shirt but from the actual man.

The plane started to taxi over the water, the engine noise increasing to the point conversation was no longer possible. Garron leaned against Kaela, glanced meaningfully downward.

Why aren't your legs spread so I can play with your pussy, my lady? I intend to make you come at least three times on this trip. The first time before Joely levels the plane out.

Her lips parted as his strong hand settled on her knees. When she spread them, she swallowed a needy cry as he put his hand under the skirt and began to stroke her with capable fingers. Every nerve surged toward that touch, as if how often he'd brought her to climax last night had become muscle memory, such that her body merely needed his command for her to climax again.

That's my vampire. Bending his head, he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. Not a sound. I know you're a screamer, my lady, and we don't want to offend Joely's delicate sensibilities. Or distract her from piloting the plane.

She'd faced a lot of challenges as a vampire and as a human, but she wasn't sure if that was one she could surmount. She didn't think any woman could stay silent when overwhelmed by an orgasm at Garron Rand's hand. But she'd be more than willing to take the punishment for failing to follow a direct order.

He pushed her over that edge in twenty seconds, his fingers playing with her clit, stroking her labia, his arm tight around her. She pressed her face into his broad shoulder as she shuddered against him.

Beautiful, my lady. He brought his fingers out from between her legs, touched her lips, let her smell her musky climax on them. All for me.

She realized she had tears on her face, her throat thick, but for once, for all the right reasons. He traced a track, put his mouth against her ear.

"You know, that fantasy you have about waking up in a Master's arms? I have my own part to add to that." He cupped the side of her face, tilting it up to him with an insistent thumb, the pressure just enough to make her eyes spark and her body still, attuning itself to whatever her Master desired.

I spread my slave as I desire, to fuck her or use my mouth on her. Maybe both. I want to start the day, or the night as it were, with her begging. After she comes, after she's nice and wet, I take her to the bath, get her cleaned up and dressed for the day.

"Then I take my place behind her, watching her back, serving her, keeping her sane and safe." His voice rumbled against her ear again.

Her eyes darkened as he raised his head and met her gaze, brushed a kiss over her mouth. A Master serves, my lady. As I said before, it's just a different form of it, but we get to the same place with our sub--a complete understanding of what we each need and desire. I take the breath and you exhale it, without even thinking. We're that close.

If we can remember that, he added, dark eyes burning fire into hers, and keep working toward it, it won't matter what the world demands of us. We'll be okay together.

"Maybe better than okay," she whispered. He answered her by pressing his response against her mouth.

"Absolutely."

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