Abalim

Chapter Eight

Lisa stepped back and glared at the hut with her hands on her hips. “Well, this reminds me of an old movie my mother made me watch once. It was about a future Earth so arrogant about their youth, they executed anyone who reached the age of thirty. Oh, they made it sound good and all by saying everybody had a chance to be renewed in their so-called fair ceremony. But, of course, no one did. It wasn’t until the hero of the movie exposed the hypocrisy of their society that the murders stopped.”

“Let’s make sure we know what’s going on before we jump to any conclusions.”

She glanced at Abalim with a slight smile. “Can’t help it. I’m always looking for plots within a plot.” She waved her hand around to indicate the alien village. “You can take the writer out of Earth, but you can’t stop the ideas from coming.”

“Let’s head back to the main village and see what else we can find about the elders” hut. JR15?” He spoke to his bot companion. “Are you doing okay back there?”

“If it’s okay with you, Mister Abalim, sir,” the little green and silver spider robot poked its head out of Abalim’s dreadlocks. “I’d like to take a little time to renew my energy source. Since there isn’t any place for me to do that here in this village, would you mind if I transported to the top of the hut assigned to you so I may bask in the solar energy?”

Abalim glanced around them. “I think that should be fine. But make sure your sensors are open so that if I say your name, you come back right away. Agreed?”

“Yes sir, Mister Abalim, sir.” JR15 scuttled to the end of Abalim’s shoulder. “If you do not call me, I will come back once I am fully charged.”

“Very good.” He gave his companion a smile. “Just be careful and make sure animals don’t think you’re a tasty treat. Okay?”

The little botnodded his bulbous head. “I will keep my protective shield on at all times.” With that last word, he pulled his wings out and flew away.

Lisa’s brow wrinkled. “He’s so small. Think he’ll be okay by himself?” She looked up at the gargantuan trees surrounding them. “No telling what kind of creature might gobble him up.”

“You don’t have to worry about him.” Abalim held out his hand for her to take. “That shield he talked about gives a nasty shock to anything that tries to touch him. He’ll be fine.”

She looked at his open palm before placing her hand on his. Darn, she couldn’t remember the last time she walked around holding a man’s hand. It was kinda nice.

“Oh, there you are!”

A singsong female voice came through the small crowd. It was the female who greeted them when they first came to the village, Nyvira. And not far from her was her bonded mate, Tharion.

“We’ve been searching for you. It would be an honor if you joined us at end meal. Are you hungry?” Tharion’s white pupilless eyes were wide as he turned to them once he led the way. “Did you enjoy your walk around Aroonshire?”

“Yes,” Nyvira gushed. “Did you get a chance to meet some of our citizens?”

Abalim tightened his grip on her hand. Too bad her so-called psychic abilities didn’t work very well. She’d give anything if he’d talk to her mentally. Then she’d know what he was trying to warn her about. She bit her bottom lip and decided she’d keep quiet and let him take the lead.

“As a matter of fact,” Abalim said. “We came across the elders” hut and heard some guards warn away another couple.”

“I’m so sorry that you had to witness that.” Tharion”s hands clenched into fists. “I’m sure you don’t have the same problem on the Eastern continent, but here there are some who dare to question the Ritual of Renewal.”

“We’re doing the best we can to discourage such renegade ideas,” Nyvira stated with a frown. “As we are lead council, it is up to Tharion and me to identify those who question our traditions.” Her eyes narrowed at them both. “You didn’t happen to catch their names, did you?”

“No, we weren’t close enough to get names.” Lisa couldn’t help but chime in. Okay, so much for letting Abalim take the lead. No way was she going to stand by and expose the young siblings. She wanted to see if they could find any more Lumarians who questioned the powers that be, like those younger ones. Could be a generational thing. “Have you had problems like this in past rituals?”

The tips of Nyvira’s pointy ears darkened. “I can assure you, we don’t normally have any such problems here at Aroonshire. Everyone not only respects our traditions, but is excited about the prospect of renewal with anyone fortunate enough to be selected. No one would ever dare betray the god Echovara in such a manner.”

“Nyvira!” Tharion hissed at her in a low voice. “No one said anything about betraying Echovara.” His frown morphed into a less-than-sincere smile. “Abalim and Lisa, we hope you are hungry.” He stopped and waved a hand before him. “Come, food is ready for your enjoyment.”

Nyvira closed her eyes and shuddered.

Lisa got the impression she was trying to pull herself together.

The Lumarian opened her eyes and gave them a smile. “You are right, my Bound,” she said to Tharion. “This is a time for celebration.” She clasped her hands together and widened her bright eyes. “Please forgive the lack of respect I have given you.” She lowered her eyes with a small bow. “I am ashamed of how I just acted. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“We are honored you are comfortable enough to confide in us,” Abalim reassured her. “All families have their disagreements. But with love, we can guide them to a better way of thinking.”

Nyvira beamed. “You are so correct!” She glanced at Tharion and her eyes softened. “My love tells me this all the time.” She clasped her mate”s hand in hers. “Let’s leave our worries behind and partake of the end meal celebration!”

Sitting on a woven mat, Abalim crossed his legs at his ankles and leaned on his hands. He let his head drop back and admired the illumination of the night sky covered with a million stars. Their light spanned the universe like a blanket of diamond dust that stretched out to eternity. It was as if the universe gave him a teasing glimpse of its secrets. Next to him was Lisa, who quietly chatting with Nyvira next to her at the end meal feast.

“Are you okay back there, JR15?” His bot had recharged earlier and flown back to his favorite place at the nape of Abalim’s neck.

“Yes, Mister Abalim, sir.”

“Have your brothers contacted you yet? Are they all okay?”

The little bot traveled with a light touch to rest just below the side of Abalim’s jaw. “Yes, Mister Abalim, sir. They are all well but have expressed different frustrations about their respective challenges.”

Abalim snorted. Good. At least he wasn’t the only one frustrated. He’d much rather grab Lisa and teleport back to the Galactic Serpent and leave this stupid trial behind. The whole thing brought back bad memories of the extreme so-called trials the Akurns performed on him and his brothers when they’d been enslaved. He’d rather have nothing to do with all of this.

He glanced at his bot companion. “Schedule yourself to check in with them again by next cycle.”

JR15 gave his usual consent and bent his knees to rest his torso on Abalim’s shoulder. The suit Abalim wore camouflaged the little guy nicely from the Lumarians.

With JR15 settled, Abalim glanced at the raging fire the Lumarians sat around, eating and laughing as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

The large bonfire blazed in the middle of the village square as each Lumarian either cooked the food, served it, or went around making sure all had what they needed. It was obvious the aliens carried a deep connection between nature and each other. Adding to the ambiance were the twinkling fire lanterns hanging from the treetops, casting a soft illumination over the gathering, giving off a warm, ethereal glow reflected on the joyous faces.

With a deep breath, Abalim relished the tantalizing scents of roasted meats and exotic herbs. The intoxicating blend blanketed the warm night.

As the hours passed, the stars continued their silent dance above.

Abalim grew more comfortable with Lisa next to him as they ate and talked about nothing in general. Any awkwardness between them faded into a shared sense of wonder and curiosity about their respective cultures. He was fascinated by her being an author. She explained what that meant to her and how she made a living from it. How astounding was it she received money from creating fiction for entertainment? Money. What a strange concept. When he and his brothers first learned of it, it’d been a hard concept to grasp, especially coming from seven thousand years in the past and being raised as a slave for the Akurns, when gold was mined for their planet’s shield, not used as a barter system.

He shared how distasteful he found that some humans went to unfathomable greedy lengths to get more than their fair share of currency. No matter how it affected or hurt others. And what was worse, how disgustingly common it was for them to kill for it.

By the time the conversation between him and Lisa got around to him, he hesitated. His face heated as he talked about his beginnings. Would she think less of him because he was created by the Akurns and not born of a natural mother and father? His unease dissipated when her eyes widened, and her breath quickened when he confessed who and what he really was.

“You mean you’re part alien?” She put her hand over her heart.

“That’s all you got out of what I just told you?” Abalim couldn’t help the grin. “Here I divulge I wasn’t born but created over seven thousand years ago as a slave. Not to mention I am a powerful psychic with abilities that include telekinesis.”

“Yeah—” Lisa leaned toward him. “—but you’re an alien!” The heartbeat at the base of her throat pounded. “How freaking sexy is that?” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

Abalim burst out laughing at the mortified twist of her lips. Her adorable features looked luscious in that rosy shade of blush flickering in the firelight.

“Hey!” She admonished him with a light slap to his upper arm. “I make a living writing about hunky, gorgeous aliens, and here I am sitting right next to one!”

His eyelids lowered as he brought his lips close to her ear. He smiled as she shivered. “You think I’m gorgeous?” No one had ever said anything like that to him before. But then, he’d never thought about his looks. Now every part of his body shifted from comfortably warm to burning hot. How he could be overheating with all his blood pooling in his groin was anyone’s guess.

“Oh look! They’re dancing.” Lisa pointed to the group of Lumarians holding hands in a circle around the bonfire. “Let’s go join them.” She jumped up and grabbed his hand.

Ah, now who was deflecting? Too late for her to take back her confession.

He clasped her hand in a firm grip and unfolded himself to join her in the gyrating crowd of Lumarians. He hadn’t paid attention to what was happening around him until Lisa pulled him up. Cocking his head, he reflected that he’d never heard sounds like the Lumarians created.

The air pulsated with a strange, rhythmic vibration.

His eyes widened as the primal beats of the drums echoed into his very bones. The language of the music spoke to his soul. Added to the beats were lutes and string instruments, weaving painted melodies of unseen pictures with their notes. Each pluck, each beat, was like a drop of color splashing onto the blank canvas of his mind. It awoke a deep, almost primal part of himself he never knew existed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the villagers move in sync with the rhythm. He’d never seen anyone dance before. But he only had eyes for Lisa. She didn’t have any trouble fitting in, moving with a fluid grace, keeping time with the lilting sounds of flutes and drums thumping in the background.

Abalim stood there, mesmerized by her feminine form.

Her body moved in tune with the sounds. Each step, each gesture, each pose she made mirrored everyone around her. The fluid grace of her motions were in harmony with the rhythm, like watching a living embodiment of the music itself.

The sway of her hips, the twirl of her arms, wove an invisible thread that tugged something deep within him. She moved with sensual confidence, a language of curves and gestures that spoke to his inner core. He was mesmerized by the way her soft hair created a halo around her head with each spin along with the subtle arch of her back. Her expression of freedom as she danced ignited a fire. A yearning to understand not just the music, but the dancer who captivated him. As she laughed and moved, her steady stare held him spellbound. A clear invitation for him to connect with her. One he craved to explore.

“JR15?” He cleared his throat, making sure his voice was low but high enough his companion could hear him.

“Yes, Mister Abalim, sir?”

“Do humans dance on Earth like this?”

“All human cultures have a form of dance, Mister Abalim, sir. Why, even those on Akurn and FarDeep Base have various dance moves as well. It is a regular tradition among many species for millions of millennia.”

“Come, Abalim.” Lisa held out her arms. Her body continued to weave its spell. “Join me.”

Mouth dry, he considered giving it a try.

With a quick, shallow breath, he studied her petite hands, afraid to look her in the eye. “I have no idea what to do.” He grimaced and waved a hand at the gyrating crowd, moving to the sensuous beat. “I’ve never seen a dance before, much less participated in one.”

Lisa’s feminine laugh wasn’t mocking. More like she enjoyed the idea of being the first to do it with him. Her voice lowered as her tongue peeked out and slid over her lower lip. “Come on, Abalim. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

With a deep grunt, Abalim clasped her hand in his. When they merged with the others, he gripped her hand and soon became lost in her sensual gaze. Even without opening his psychic senses, her longing and desire for him simmered. As the slow beat of the drums filled the air, he mimicked her movements, swaying in rhythm, their bodies barely brushing against one another. With every slight movement, his groin tightened as heat rose between them.

Moving into an intimate hug, Abalim moaned when Lisa’s breath bathed his neck when her head rested below his shoulder. She hummed, her hands stroking his back, creating shivers of anticipation rolling down his spine. The scent of her natural, sweet perfume evoked memories of long conversations and shared moments of intimacy when they’d Dreamwalked.

The soft dance wrapped him in a sexual fog. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He was at a total loss on how to handle his fluctuating emotions. For the first time since he was a young child, he lost control of himself as his desire for Lisa consumed him. With each synchronized maneuver, he became one with her.

Abalim savored Lisa’s soft and inviting curves as she slid against him. His hands moved over her, exploring every luscious line and curve when they moved in a gentle, rhythmic pattern. With each brush of his hands, Lisa’s body melted into his embrace. Her breath came faster, and her fingers clenched and unclenched against his neck.

The primitive beat of the drums and the lilting serenade of the wind instruments swirled around them. The slow rhythm echoed the pounding of his heart in time with hers. As each move turned more languid, he was lulled into a trance.

As the song ended, Abalim opened eyes he didn’t remember closing. He stepped back and caught the faraway glaze in Lisa’s dark blue eyes, her mouth slightly open. Her bemused expression left him breathless at the powerful connection between them. Getting lost in that perfect moment amplified the passion smoldering since he first saw her. Everything within him yearned to be even closer to her.

He”d reached to pull her close again when Lisa jerked and her eyes widened. “Holy space dung! What are they doing?” She peered around him.

Giving her an indulgent smile, Abalim gathered her in his arms and turned to face the villagers behind them. Instead of seeing the Lumarians dancing or laughing together, he had to blink several times. His eyes must be playing tricks on him. The scene was beyond his understanding of universal laws. The inexplicable sight of something so alien was hard to grasp.

Most of the Lumarian couples were now merged. Like blended into each other. Where there were once two, now there was one. Looked like the gelatinous appearance of their skin wasn’t just for show. A movement caught his eyes to his left.

A couple clasped hands, keeping them between their chests. Touching their foreheads, they wrapped their arms around each other, pulling closer until there was nothing between them. Then their forms blurred and melded into a mesmerizing dance of coalescence, until only a singular, transformed being remained. Their once gel-like bodies were fused into a luminous form that emanated an eternal radiance, pulsating with an otherworldly energy.

“I…” Abalim swallowed. “I think they’re mating.” He checked the crowd to make sure no one noticed them. “We’d better get out of here before somebody wonders why were aren’t doing the same thing.”

“Oh crap. You’re right. Let’s go.” Lisa grabbed his hand as they headed toward their hut.

He couldn’t help the sigh of relief when they reached the hut without drawing any attention. He whisked aside the hanging vines covering the doorway to let Lisa go in first.

She turned around and laughed, clapping her hands. “OMG, I can’t believe we were at an orgy and didn’t know it!”

Abalim chuckled and scratched the side of his temple. “Yeah, well, I’m glad no one noticed us leaving. JR15.” The bot scuttled to the side of his neck.

“Yes, Mister Abalim, sir?” The little guy’s body wiggled.

“Would you mind transporting to the top of the hut for the night?” Abalim caught the attention of the silver-and-green eyes of the bot. “Lisa and I are going to retire, and I need you to keep an eye on everything and make sure nobody comes in here.”

“Oh yes, Mister Abalim, sir! Right away.” The bot’s wings came out, and he flew out the open hole in the roof.

What a relief to have JR15 on guard for the night.

Abalim gathered the alluring woman into his arms. Alone. They were finally alone. In the flesh. Now he could act on his overwhelming need for her. Using his forefinger, he tilted her chin to look deep into her sapphire blue eyes. “Lisa?” He knew no other way to tell her what rode him.

Lisa caressed the side of his face before delving under his hair to grip the nape of his neck. Her lips opened before bringing his head close. “Abalim,” she whispered.

No need to hear her say anything else.

The minute Lisa’s lips touched Abalim’s, her heart pounded, pumping hot blood through her veins. She arched into him, desperate for more. Abalim’s hands moved over her, running down her back and gripping her hips to pull her close. When their groins aligned, the friction sizzled and tightened her low inside.

“My inkheart.” He groaned, and his lips moved over her jaw. “I am desperate for you.”

At first, his strange endearment broke the spell, but when his lips suckled behind her sensitive ear, an intense zing made her forget everything but the feel of his lips caressing her skin. The building passion when they danced came roaring back.

Desperate to give him better access, she tilted her head aside. His capable fingers traced the opening of her jumpsuit. There was no sound as her clothes parted open. The sensation of the cool Nexoros air was replaced when the warmth of his hands as he covered each breast. In happy response, her nipples puckered.

“Oh lord, Abalim. I can’t believe this isn’t another dream.” Her sultry, raspy voice made her blush.

Without a word, he gathered her in his arms and rolled her onto the nest of feathers and linens, capturing her beneath him. His lips never lost their stride as he nibbled and licked her naked shoulder.

His large hands kneaded her breasts with deft mastery. She moaned when one of his hands moved to grasp the globe of her butt. Now his clever tongue covered her exposed bosom, licking over the furrowed nipple. His hand on her ass pushed the one-piece suit down, exposing her quivering backside, trapping her hands between them.

When he drew her nipple into his mouth, she understood the phrase “ravenous greed” for the first time.

No, no. She had to touch him. To kiss him. Lick him like he did her. Revel in the glory of his muscular chest. Lisa fumbled with the opening of his suit. When all she found was smooth material, she groaned. How the hell did he open the one she wore?

“Frustrated, my love?” Abalim spoke in between nibbling her sensitive skin. “Let me help you.”

Nod. Yep, just nod. Her mouth had better things to do besides talk. Like licking luscious man-flesh. Suckling the side of his corded neck, her fingers opened and closed on their own on his exposed muscular chest. The cool air puckered her nipples, causing goosebumps to break all over her naked skin.

With his hand on her backside, he drew her to him, his mouth covering her nipple, and sucked.

Lisa arched as waves of pleasure wracked her body. His touch sent shivers so intense it paralyzed her, making her unable to move away or get closer to him as his tongue licked her sensitive skin. She was lost in the sensations as exquisite pleasure blanketed her in waves of euphoria.

“Abalim,” she whispered, uncaring when her voice wobbled. When his clever fingers slipped between her thighs, she gasped. Gripping his shoulders, she hung on as his lips moved lower. Staring over the top of his head, she watched him spread her thighs, exposing the liquid she’d created there.

His face tensed as he bent his head to focus on that part of her.

An eternity passed before he lowered his head and kissed her clit.

At the touch of his full mouth, a deep moan escaped from some place deep inside her.

Laying his lips over her hardened nub, he drew it into his mouth. In quick succession, he flicked it with the flat side of his tongue before pulling back. Once again, he repeated the action. And again.

She grasped the thickness of his dreadlocks and lifted her hips to him.

Abalim continued to rain kisses on her swollen, receptive flesh.

Every stroke made her dizzy as spiraling ecstasy tightened deep inside. The man was ravenous, like he’d never tasted a woman before and couldn’t get enough. His masculine moan vibrated against her when he parted her intimate lips and pushed his tongue into the clenching core of her.

It was too much. Lisa threw her head back and screamed a shattered cry as pleasure raced from her quivering channel through her convulsing body in hedonistic rapture.

“I can’t believe how sweet you taste, Lisa.” He spoke to her core, running his tongue around her oversensitive button. He increased his teasing by darting light flicks over it.

She had to see. Raising on her elbows, she watched, panting, each breath a struggle as her stomach clenched, almost too strong to endure.

“Touch your breasts for me.” His baritone voice carried a lash of command in a guttural tone. “Do it, Lisa. Play with your nipples.”

Lisa whimpered, her neck and face heating. What he demanded made her breath catch. She never took her eyes off him, grasping and lifting her breasts, cupping them. A husky moan passed through her dry lips. She gripped her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, causing her hips to jerk at the stabbing sensations roaring through her clit and beyond.

Abalim licked around her sensitive opening. “I’ve never seen anything so captivating.” He kissed it, pulling the bud into his mouth with slow, delicious deliberation.

Once again she was so close. Teetering at the very edge of falling into an orgasm.

He pulled back.

She cried out at the loss.

“By the God An, you’re so fruking gorgeous,” he groaned, fingering her swollen folds. “Give me your hand.”

Wrapping his strong fingers around her wrist, he pulled it from her breast and brought it between her thighs.

“Show me, Lisa,” he growled. “I want to know how you pleasure yourself.”

Lisa took in a shaky breath at his stern command. Shock and eagerness warred as he pressed her fingers into the wet heat between her thighs. She’d never been put in this position before. None of her previous lovers had ever cared what ramped up her sexual cravings. Especially after she’d already found her release. “What?”

“I yearn to know the best way to pleasure you.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and pushed away from her.

The sight of his magnificent naked body with his jutting erection was the perfect display of male dominance.

“Show me what you like. Then I’ll give you what we both need.”

Yes, please.

With tentative fingers, she obeyed. Circling her clit, she then rubbed over it, before running her fingers down the slick slit. She parted her nether lips and watched as his eyes were trained on her every movement. Gaining confidence, she rubbed over the entrance to her body before pushing a finger inside. She whimpered. Her mouth watered at the sight of his fingers easing over the thick flesh of his wide cock as he fisted it.

With a lowered, leering gaze, he stroked himself.

He was teasing her. The rat bastard had to know what he was doing to her. Well, two could play that game. She teased back.

Lisa pumped her fingers inside, massaging her clit. Groaning, she watched each rounded stroke Abalim made over his hard erection. She pulled her fingers out. Her juices glistened on her fingertips. She held her hand out to offer him the treat.

“By the nine galaxies, Lisa.” He blanketed his torso over hers.

She sighed as his weight settled on her, bringing in his musky, tantalizing scent with each breath she took.

When his full lips parted, she slid her fingers inside the heat of his mouth.

When she pulled her fingers out, he pushed the head of his erection through her parted folds in one successful stroke, stretching her.

It’d been a long time since Lisa had a lover, and him burrowing into her was almost more than she could handle. “Abalim, oh my God, you feel so good.” She lifted herself to her elbows, parting her thighs. “Yes, that’s it.” Eager for him, she wanted him hard and fast. Deep and strong.

He pressed into her, and his hard muscular thighs pushed her legs wider, holding her open.

Lisa watched his impressive girth slide into her, inch by glorious inch. He’d pull out, and she’d catch a brief glimpse of his dick’s glistening dark skin before he flexed his hips to make it disappear back into her.

With each stroke, electricity blazed inside her. Erotic pleasure scraped over every nerve ending and left a trail of heat behind. Her sex drew tight with the need to release with each stroke he made inside her. Inch by glorious inch, her tender flesh throbbed. Gripping his shoulders, she hung on for dear life. After each thrust, a glittering vortex of pleasure ramped up, so intense she was terrified it’d steal her soul.

Lisa had written many love scenes in her career, but she’d never personally enjoyed the fantasies she committed to paper. What she and Abalim experienced went far beyond anything she dreamed of for her romances. Her imagination was a source of pride, but this was far beyond anything she could ever dream up.

“Ah, my inkheart.” His hips jerked and bucked, filling her with the last inches of his steel cock.

He grabbed the globes of her ass and lifted her, keeping them joined on the soft bed of leaves and linen. The action caused him to rest deeper inside. Lifting her legs through the crooks of his arms, he circled his hips, hitting her pleasure center with each bump.

Lisa’s inner core flexed, her womb clenching hard. Broken cries escaped her lips as Abalim moved in earnest. Slow at first, the easy strokes building the smoldering need inside her. Like a fire being coaxed into existence with each breath by a master. The burn started at her toes and all too soon soared to the tip of her head. She writhed, staring at him in dazed ecstasy as his movements became harder. Faster. More intent.

His expression twisted until it turned into a taut, savage line of lust. Peering through his thick lashes, his dark eyes glistened with an intense need. A rivulet of sweat beaded down the side of his temple.

He made love to her with heavy, hard strokes. Impaling her with a rapture destined to fill her senses until nothing else was real.

“Abalim!” Lisa cried, struggling beneath him. She ached. She yearned. She couldn’t take much more. It was beyond heat, beyond the volcanic thrill of a roaring fire. It transcended mere fulfillment.

Torn apart by the need ripping through her, the upcoming exhilaration building inside her expanded with each plunge of his unyielding cock.

“Abalim! Abalim, please.” She gripped him tighter, and her orgasm neared. Its force warned her of the oncoming destructive nature about to explode.

“That’s it, my inkheart, my everlasting love.” He groaned. “Hold me tight. Don’t let go.”

He released her legs, blanketing her with the heat of his wide chest, keeping his hands beneath her to hold her in place.

She wanted more and wrapped her legs around his hips, linking her ankles together. Good thing she did that. The man took her hard. Hard and fast, with enough force that when his hips pounded into hers, flesh slapped loudly against flesh. Then one last devastating push from him made Lisa shatter. She screamed his name when ecstasy detonated deep inside her. Arching under him, she tightened her legs around his trim hips as tremors of rapture consumed her. He spilled his hot seed inside her, and minor eruptions caused her womb to convulse in response.

As Abalim held her, he whispered her name against her neck. His body shuddered and jerked through his own release.

Wrapped in his warmth and their shared cocooned of pleasure, Lisa savored a sense of completion for the first time in her life.