“Graelen, wait.”
She turned around to search for what had touched her, and
there on the wall above the hall table hung a tapestry. The fabric was weaved
with rich gold and green colors and a woman's figure was silhouetted against a
mountainous background. The tapestry appeared quite old, threadbare in some
spots with minor damage and fray around the edges. Nothing remarkable about it
stood out to her, but she was drawn to it anyway. She placed her things on the
carpet and moved towards it for a closer inspection.
“Rena, what is it? What are you doing?” Graelen's voice
questioned from behind her, but she brushed it aside.
She had to go to the hanging. She needed to touch it.
Graelen mumbled something else under his breath, but she was too involved with
the brush on her mind compelling her to move forward.
Standing in front of the old tapestry, she focused on the
sharper details—the woman featured in the scene was lounging in a garden,
reading a book. There were faint symbols on the book she could barely make out.
Leaning closer, she realized it was the same four symbols from the cards. The
ones that stood for empath.
Oh, my God.
Yes, despite Graelen's rejection of her theory of the
symbols, she knew she was right. The empathic symbols from the card were
repeated here. Now she just needed to figure out what it meant and why did it
draw her in. Her hand reached up, and the instant her fingers touched the
fabric Graelen wrapped his arms around her waist and molded his hard body along
hers.
The shock of emotion was instantaneous as she felt the pain
and heartbreak of forbidden love from the tapestry blend with the lust infusing
her from Graelen. It took her breath away as she fought a well of desire
flowing through her body. Her nipples tightened as this ridge of his hard cock
nestled along the seam of her ass, the heat radiating through the fabric of her
pants.
Her breath grew choppy as his hands roughly moved across her
belly toward her aching breasts. She could feel his loss of control, the giving
in to his lust and nothing could stop it. Hell, she didn't want to stop it.
Only one thing could quench the fire coursing through her.
She had to have him—now.
His hands plucked and pulled at her nipples, creating a
fiery blend of pain and pleasure. A needy whimper escaped her lips as his head
dipped toward her neck.
“Oh yeah, baby, you need this as much as I do, don't you?”
His breath stroked her ear, increasing the helpless sensations coursing through
her. She arched her back in an attempt to push her breasts harder into his
hands. “I can't wait. I have to have you now.” He grasped the buttons of her
shirt.
But instead of unfastening them as she expected, he grabbed
the edges and ripped her shirt apart. Her shocked gasp gave way to the cool air
rushing across her heated flesh. Grae quickly pushed her bra upward, allowing
her naked breasts to spill freely into his hands. His fingers went straight to
the hard tips, giving them each a fierce pinch. The quick flash of pain took
her breath away.
Oh that was good. Not once had a man touched her like this.
Fast and hard. Rough and raw. Whatever this was she didn’t care so long as he
didn’t stop. She buried her hands in his hair as he worked her nipples. She
curled her fingers into the table, digging her nails into the wood. Every new
place on her body he touched made more moisture flow from her pussy until she
wriggled and ached for so much more.
His large hands pulled and twisted as his thick, erect cock
pushed against her backside, forcing her harder against the table. In a
desperate move she tried to angle her arms for more skin-to-skin connection,
but he grabbed her hands when she moved and forced them back over her head.
Graelen growled at her warningly. He didn't want her to move
just yet. Not with desperate need ravaging through his system thanks to the
events of their night. Heat burned inside of him, melting his brain and ability
to take