Balm by Viola Grace Page A

don’t want you to feel pain.”
    She smiled and reached out, caressing his cheek and pulling his head toward hers. “Pain is part of life. If I can feel anything, then there is a chance that pleasure can follow. Why do you think I invited you to fuck me for three days straight when I could feel the Orb scrabbling at my mind?”
    He blinked as their foreheads met and his mind touched hers.
    Quinn knew what he was feeling. This was the same position that they had been in the day that he died. His mind had touched hers, holding on while his body died. She saw the dawning understanding in his eyes as she let him feel her emotions toward him for the first time.
    Love was not something she wanted to say, but it was what she felt. She gave it to him without holding anything back.
    “You held back the Orb?”
    “We needed our time together, and I didn’t know when or if we would get another chance. I will never leave you for the call of duty. You will always be with me, and if you are called, I will come with you if I can and wait for you if I can’t.” She rubbed his cheek with her hand and stroked her fingers down his neck.
    “You are too sore for anything energetic.” He moved his head and nuzzled at her neck, drawing a sigh from her.
    “Then let it be slow. I am not going anywhere.” Quinn smiled and kissed him softly.
    He leaned forward and caressed her lips with his, nibbling at her lower lip before licking the upper.
    She sighed happily and giggled when he swung her up and into his arms. Their kiss continued to start a slow fire in her belly that flared when he placed her gently on the bed and lay down on top of her, covering her robe-swathed form from head to toe.
    The kiss continued, slow and sweet. He worked her robe open so that her skin was exposed to his.
    In a slow undulation, he rubbed his velvet and steel body against her softer, yielding flesh. She gasped and moaned when he repeated the peculiar push-up motion that gave her so much sensory overload.
    He continued the caress, and her body went from a low idle to revving wildly out of her control.
    “That isn’t fair.” Her low moan made him smile.
    “Fair has nothing to do with it.” He lowered his body onto hers completely, and she blushed at the hot honey seeping out of her sex. He reached between them, and his cock nestled in the slick invitation.
    He didn’t do anything, simply rested his considerable weight against her and waited.
    Quinn looked into his amused, dark eyes and wondered what was going on when she felt his cock against her and his body wasn’t moving.
    She lay under him, her eyes wide in surprise as his cock worked its way into her without him moving any other portion of his anatomy.
    She trembled as it began a slow undulation within her and moaned low when her first climax struck.
    Iskanu had an expression of concentration on his features, but he cracked a smug smile when she shuddered and her channel clasped him rhythmically.
    His cock paused, and he waited until her palpitations stopped. The moment her body relaxed under his again, the wave of hard flesh inside her started again.
    She moaned, “This wasn’t in the files either.”
    He laughed. “Not enough male Selna’s in the Alliance. We share this trait with the Wyorans.”
    She groaned as he struck a sensitive spot inside her, working around, past and over it in a heady beat.
    “This also only works with a woman who is capable of excessive and delightful personal lubrication.”
    She was trying to follow the conversation, but her pulse was sounding everywhere in her body but her heart. “What?”
    “The tasty honey that you produce makes it easier for my cock to move freely. If you were drier, it would be uncomfortable for both of us, but you are not, so once again, you are my match in every way.” He kissed her, and his tongue mimicked the thrust and twist of the cock inside her.
    She moaned as her body rocketed back to the edge of release, and he caught her cries in