Page 103 of Shielded Heart 1
“There are no other astoundingly beautiful terrans around, so it mustbe for you. But you’ll have to wait until we’re back in our room.”
Sam’s grin somehow widened, and Arc could almost feel the excitement radiating from her.
They headed to the bedroom at a brisk pace, matching eachother’s strides perfectly despite their haste. Once they were inside with the door closed, Samantha released his hand, stepped forward, and turned to face him, bouncing on her toes with palpable anticipation.
Arcanthus shifted the gift behind his back, closed the distance between them, and slipped his free arm around Sam, drawing her into a deep, lingering kiss. She closed her eyes and moaned, her body going pliant against his as she slid her hands up to his neck.
The slightly salty flavor of her sweat reminded him of their past joinings, and arousal stirred low in his belly, causing his cock to partially extrude. When he broke the kiss, he ran his tongue over his lips to savor her taste. “Maybe the gift can wait…”
Samantha’s eyes darkened, and she slid one of her hands down between their bodies to cup him between his legs. Arcanthus grunted. She smiled as she stroked a finger along his slit, teasing him through his loincloth.
“But can you?” she asked.
He caught his lower lip between his teeth to suppress a groan as faint currents of pleasure crackled outward from his groin. She’d learned, clearly, that his self-control was a delicate thing—that she could shatter it and take command with just a little boldness, with just a little touch.
It would’ve been so easy to toss the gift aside, tear off his loincloth, and give in. It would’ve been so easy to accept whatever pleasure she offered. There was no denying that hewantedit. The mere thought of her hand on his shaft was enough to send a thrill up his spine and almost make him spill like an untried whelp.
But he wanted to see hersatisfaction more. He wanted to see if the gift made her face light up, wanted to see if it would coax that special smile out of her, the one she reserved only forhim. The smile whose radiance was so great that it burned away all his worries and fears for a little while because it told him that, despite everything, Samantha was trulyhappy.
Arcanthus drew in a deep, steadying breath. He gently removed her hand from his groin, lifting it to his mouth to press a kiss atop it. “I canwait. For a few more minutes, at least.”
He released her hand and raised the gift, holding the thin, rectangular package up on one palm. “For you, my flower.”
She accepted the gift, glancing up at him for a moment before giving it her attention. Her fingers flexed around the box, and her smile softened. “I haven’t been given a gift since the birthday right before my dad passed.”
“Consider this the first of many,” Arcanthus replied, battling the urge to take her in his arms.
She offered him another glance, flashing her white teeth in a widening smile, and tore away the paper wrapping from the gift. Her breath caught. “Is-Is this…?”
“A tablet, yes. I believe this is the preferred model for most artists in the city.” He gestured to one side of it. “The stylus attaches itself there. It has touch controls, holographic projections, everything you might need. I figured it would be a good starting—”
Samantha threw herself against Arcanthus, clutching him in a tight embrace. Her tears flowed immediately onto his chest.
Arcanthus put his arms around her and held her close, cradling the base of her skull with one hand. “You’re crying because you’re so overwhelmed by my thoughtfulness, right?”
She laughed, the sound rich and genuine despite being made husky by her tears. “Yes. I…didn’t know you actually listened.”
He shifted his hands to her shoulders and leaned back to look down at her. “Samantha, I’ve been enraptured by your every word since the first one you spoke tome.”
Though her eyes were watery, she smiled in exactly the way he’d hoped for. “I know that now.”
Arcanthus moved a hand to her chin and brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “Good. Know it always. And I suppose it goes without saying that I am willing to offer my services, should you require a live model.”
“I think”—she moved her hand to the clasps of his loincloth—“that I should take a closer look…just to make sure you’re a subject I want to depict. I want to keep my artistic standards high.”
She unfastened the clasp. His loincloth, under wrapping and all, slid down his legs to pool on the floor. Samantha pressed kisses down his throat and chest, stopping to take his right nipple into her mouth.
Arc hissed through his teeth as her tongue flicked around his piercing.
Samantha smiled and released it. She lowered herself to her knees, keeping one hand on his hip, and set her tablet down beside her.
Arcanthus groaned as his cock pushed out from his slit, tendrils writhing in eagerness for her touch. “Who taught you to be so wicked, little terran?”
She moved her other hand to his tendrils and stroked each in turn, allowing them to caress and curl around her fingers. Arc’s muscles tensed, and he drew in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the feel of her touch. His tail straightened for an instant before sweeping side to side, restless in his anticipation.
“A devilish fiend,” she said, pulling her hand free of his tendrils to grasp his base.
The tendrils sealed, forming a solid shaft. Desire burned in the pit of his stomach. “Seems thisfiendwas an excellent teacher.”
