dialect.
Was this recital something all Familiars did before they engaged in sexual relations? It was an odd ritual; for truly the words sounded ritualistic.
She didn’t have time to think further about the strange phrases, for it was then she noticed that an exotic, enthralling scent was beginning to encloak her. It took her a moment to realize it was the Familiar’s sexual scent!
She had heard of this as well; of how their scents could entangle a woman and bring her to offer herself up to him. Offer anything he desired…
Briefly, she closed her eyes, inhaling the luscious aroma. The essence reminded her of rare krinang spice, evocative of nights on the high desert plains. Dry, hot breezes and sultry, tropical storms. Crisp, tantalizing dreams.
It was a scent that provoked feminine sexual surrender. Compelling, commanding, promising…
The aroma hinted of his luscious flavor.
Jenise moaned, trying not to fall prey to his overwhelming allure. How would she ever forget this scent? Wouldshe dream of it in future? Be cursed to want him whenever a touch of its elusive essence teased her memory?
Curiously, she noted that his mysterious eyes were dilating yet more. That was odd, considering that it had been a while since he had been drugged and the dilation should be lessening, not increasing.
Jenise did not think this dilation was the result of the drugs. It seemed to be some prelude to—
He captured her in his hypnotic gaze and she could not seem to look away! Green and gold depths, sensual and lambent, became her entire universe. She found herself looking into the man’s soul of passion.
There was a wildness to him that would never be controlled.
He was feral at heart.
Jenise shivered again. He was more alien than she had initially thought. What was more, she realized that rumors rarely circulated without having some basis in fact. And some of those stories! Even if only a quarter of them were true…
She had made a mistake! A grievous mistake.
She was no match for him; he would consume her with his ravenous Familiar appetite! Jenise tried to pull back, but it was too late.
His mouth descended firmly to claim hers.
Velvet lips parting slightly, he captured her in a taking that seared her with animalistic passion. He tasted of the untamed.
Panicked, she struggled under his mouth, trying to break the overwhelming contact.
The Familiar held her fast to him.
He inhaled her rapid exhalation deep into his lungs as if he were taking her very life into himself. Jenise blinked. She could not breathe!
Frantic, she tried to turn all the way in his arms buthe held her immobile. The room began to swirl around her as she grew faint; she wondered if she had been a fool to trust him, after all. What did she know about his capabilities? Could these Familiars kill by stealing one’s breath?
A sound of despair flowed from her mouth into his.
Once again, he surprised her.
With a surge of force he respired into her mouth, giving her back her breath, which was now mingled with his own spicy scent. At least, she assumed it was partly her breath.
Greedily, she inhaled this rush of warm life, clinging to his tenacious lips. At her action, he pur-r-red deeply into her mouth.
He lifted his lips from hers. His white teeth captured her bottom lip, which he then released gradually as he pulled back from her. Murmuring something resonant and sultry, he turned her completely away from him so that she faced the wall again.
“Place your hands against the stone.” He breathed huskily in her ear, his mouth skirting around the lobe, his tongue swirling its delicate folds.
With her hair still tightly wrapped around his wrist, he continued to hold her fast. Tangled in the strands, his strong fingers splayed against her scalp. A muscular arm came around her waist to pull her back taut against him.
The length of him was hard and hot.
Jenise couldn’t seem to stop her trembling. “Please,” she whispered, willing him to finish and