Gelan watched Dani’s
muscles strain as she fought the suspension field. Anticipation drove her to
desire their touch. They’d been right to watch and wait silently. Simply taking
what they wanted would have made her a good deal less eager, intoxicated or
not.
Truth be told, his
fingers twitched to run all over her long, supple body. The Earther was
stunning from head to toe. Her thick waves of copper hair shone with golden
highlights. It reminded Gelan of sunrise over the mountain in which he lived.
Her tiny upturned nose was a counterpoint to plump, luscious lips, lips he
could all too easily imagine admitting his aching cocks into the warm cavern of
her mouth. Her neck was a long column that even the twin streaks of drying
blood from Krijero’s bite couldn’t mar. Her breasts were shaped perfectly with
rosy tips that begged to be mouthed.
Gelan was sure he
could wrap his hands around her trim waist and have fingertip meet fingertip,
thumb meet thumb. Despite her long, lean frame, her hips flared out wide, a
perfect cradle to hold his. And with ample rounded buttocks, he’d have plenty
to grab onto as he rode her.
