Pan's Salvation by Shyla Colt

of that restroom and take on a whole store full of pissed off gun toting bikers, I knew I had to taste your fire. Even if it would burn me.”
    His words were a fresh injection in her veins. Pan was man enough to dominate and go
    against what her head said. Her body and her heart wanted it. They sang in his presence.
    “I want to feel your heat now, little bird. I’m going to push you to your limits and allow you to see all the greatness I know lies within you. But first thing, if it gets too intense. I want you to say Ice .”
    “Ice?” She frowned.
    “It’s the opposite of fire.”
    He had a clever mind…a major turn on for her.
    “You say that word and I’ll stop in my tracks.” He leaned in and nipped her bottom lip.
    She moaned helplessly.
    “But I don’t think you’ll want me to stop.”
    I don’t think I will either.
    “Shall we begin?” he asked.
    Images of the movie, Reboot of Khan flashed in her mind. Yes, please. She nodded, unable to make her vocal chords work.
    “Walk over to the bed and take off your dress.”
    lark made the walk to the bed, turned to face him and reached to unzip the top of her dress.
    His eyes were dark with lust and hunger. She slid the zipper down and let the silky material slide down her arms. The cloth hit the ground and she stood before him in a pair of black panties and a black bra.
    “Beautiful, just like I’d imagined you’d be.” He walked over and studied her as if she were a work of art. He glided the tip off his fingers over her cleavage.
    The light teasing touches made her shiver.
    “So soft.”
    His breath tickled her flesh. He cupped her breasts and she gasped.
    “More than enough to fill my hands.” Her nipples turned to stone. “And so responsive.” He pushed them together. She was clay and he, the sculptor. Heavy and throbbing they strained to be free of the silken material. He released them and pinched her turgid peaks, hard. She cried out.
    The pinprick of pain turned into a river of lust running heat through her body. “Such a good little bird. I can practically hear your heart beating in your chest.” He pinched them again and again.
    Lark cried out. Liquid coated the tops of her thighs.
    He leaned in and sucked the offended area into his mouth.
    She swayed toward him and closed her eyes. Sensations swirled together inside her and
    pushed her closer to the edge. He flicked the opposite breast with his finger and she jerked. He hummed. The vibration went straight to her pussy. She panted.
    Pan glanced up. “You want more, little bird?”
    “Yes.”
    He straightened and ran his hand down along her body. He cupped her core. “So fucking
    wet.” He ground his palm against her swollen clit.
    Her body shook. Fireworks exploded inside her. She prepared to tumble.
    He stopped.
    “No…”
    “ Shhh . There’s pleasure in the waiting. Sit on the bed and grip the edge.”
    She sank down and gripped the bedspread, eager to see what he would do next.
    He knelt down, hooked his thumbs inside her panties and rolled them down her legs.
    “Spread your legs and let me see you.” He ran his fingers through her neatly trimmed curly hair.
    “Neat and womanly.” He slipped his fingers between her lips. “Hot and wet.” He rolled her swollen clit between his fingers and her hips came up off the bed. “Not yet. Not until I tell you it’s okay.”
    Lark gritted her teeth, fisted the covers and fought against the urge to let the wave build up wash her away.
    “That’s it, hold it back. I’m going to have so much fun teaching you my games.” He blew on her pussy and she let her head fall back. He eased a finger inside her and she clutched him like a lifeline. “So tight.”
    His finger felt long, thick and not nearly enough.
    He added a second finger. “You want to come, Lark?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then fuck my fingers.”
    She glanced up at him and her jaw dropped.
    “You never had anyone talk to you like this before? I understand. But that’s why you