Destined by Viola Grace Page A

portrait though.”
    Rhoda frowned as she unfastened his formal shirt. “It wasn’t in the sketch? Not that you know what the sketch looked like.”
    He chuckled and put one hand on his belt. He flicked a small compartment and a familiar piece of paper was produced. Drehl unfolded it carefully and held it out to her.
    “How did you do that? I thought I obfuscated most of it.”
    He smiled and stroked her bare shoulders. “I simply charmed the drawing back into place, like this.”
    Rhoda held still as he whispered softly, and her clothing released and slid to the floor in a silken whisper.
    The jewels in her hair were the only things she was wearing.
    He repeated the soft whisper and his own clothing simply came apart, leaving his grey skin gleaming in the moonlight and his strange musculature was exposed to her interested gaze. His cock was peculiar. The entire nine-inch shaft was the same width and the head was blunt and shining with precum.
    “Nice trick.”
    He grinned and took her in his arms. He groaned. “I have imagined how you would feel against me.”
    “Is it as good as you thought?” She ran her hands up his chest and traced the muscles one by one. He felt better than she had imagined.
    He reached between her thighs and parted her sex with his fingers. The wet heat coated his fingers, and she blushed while he groaned again. “Better.”
    She went up on her toes as he leaned down to kiss her, and her blood warmed and pulse quickened as his fingers stroked from her opening to her clit and back again.
    Her orgasm struck her while she was leaning against him, and the pulses of pleasure starting at her clit and rippling through her core weakened her knees. She held onto him as she gasped for air, and she felt him smile against her mouth.
    “I am glad that that worked. I was afraid I would have to get creative.” He chuckled.
    Rhoda licked her lips and stared up into his red-on-black eyes. “That wasn’t creative?”
    He chuckled and carried her to the bed. He whispered softly and her arms rose over her head.
    “What the hell?” Rhoda tried to pull her arms over her breasts, but they crossed at the wrists with her marked wrist on top.
    He grinned. “It is my charm and a skill you will be able to engage in after a few months. Nanites in your bloodstream obey my commands, and the ones along your skin allow me to do this.”
    Invisible hands cupped her breasts as he whispered softly. Another phantom hand parted her thighs and slid two fingers inside her with another working its way into her ass. She tried to close her thighs, but he gripped her knees with his hands while that devilish whisper continued.
    Invisible fingers slid and stroked against her g-spot, causing her to mewl and buck. Her body rioted, twisting against the touches that were caused by Drehl’s control and the pulses of her own flesh.
    Rhoda heard the pitch of her voice climb, and she shrieked as the phantom hands on her breasts pinched her nipples and squeezed the globes firmly. The mouth that followed was Drehl as he sucked hard at first one nipple then the other. His teeth scraped at her skin, and in addition to the sliding fingers of sensation, the blunt head of his cock pressed into her.
    She groaned and parted her thighs, lifting her hips to the pressure.
    Drehl moved his mouth to her shoulder, and as he pressed into her, he bit down.
    Pleasure assaulted her from the light pain, and the friction of the thrust sent her over the edge once again.
    Drehl held still until she stopped bucking and her moaning had deteriorated into sated sighs.
    He released her shoulder and licked his lips, with eye contact firmly instituted, he began to thrust once more.
    She watched the expression on his face going from tender to amused to cruel as his cock slid into her to the hilt and retreated again.
    Rhoda bucked against him, wrapping her legs around him and biting her lip as she approached release again. She fought his control of her arms, but she was