Free Armored Hearts by Angela Knight Page B

are you going to do to me?” The question was half joking, half flirtatious, but it came out sounding all hoarse.
    “Whatever I want.” One corner of his mouth tilted up. “And I want to do a good bit.”
    Kneeling beside her, he started smoothing the substance over her chest. It was cold, and she sucked in a gasp, then gasped again as the gel seemed to heat on her skin.
    Zara raised her head to look down the length of her body as he spread the substance into an even thinner layer, paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples. Once her torso was completely slick and glistening, he started massaging it into her arms and legs, his big hands warm against her skin. Some of the cold numbness retreated from her paralyzed limbs.
    Her skin shimmered under the gel with a rainbow sheen in the light of the helmet. With every moment that passed, it seemed she grew more sensitive, particularly her nipples. Zara’s breathing roughened, her heart beating faster and faster.
    Rand scooped out more of the gel, reached between her thighs, and began slicking it over her labia and jutting clit. She sucked in a hard breath, feeling that sensitivity increase until it seemed her pussy throbbed in time to her heartbeat. Aching, she waited for whatever he might want to do to her.
    Finally he sat back on his heels, studying her with satisfaction. “There. All done.”
    She laughed. “God, I hope not.”
    “Feeling neglected, darling?”
    “More like dying of anticipation.”
    “Well, we can’t have that.” Rand put the jar aside and picked up his pack again. Taking out several metallic objects, he slid them one at a time onto his fingers. At first she thought they were rings, but he pushed them down no further than his fingertips.
    What the hell did he have in mind? Zara had read a great deal about vampire sexual techniques, and she wasn’t familiar with any that called for rings. “What are you doing?”
    “This.” And he reached down and hovered his hand just a few centimeters over her skin. A brilliant crimson spark leaped from his fingertips to dance over her glistening skin. Pleasure exploded in her senses, so intense she gasped.
    He grinned at her. “Like that, do you?”
    “What the hell?”
    “They call this neuroplay. It’s the newest thing in vampire circles. The gel conducts and intensifies the sensations I create with these neuro stimulators.” He spread his hands, displaying his rings. “The light show is just a pretty plus. Speaking of which…”
    The helmet light went out, leaving them in complete darkness thick enough to stir with a spoon. He reached out and began to run his hands just above her skin, tiny bolts leaping and dancing from his fingertips. The sparks changed from red to yellow to green to purple, a rainbow chasing his hand through the darkness. Every one of them sent waves of sensation across her skin, sometimes pleasure, sometimes stinging bites of pain.
    Zara cried out, gasping as he played her body, conducting a symphony of sensation and color.
    Taste flooded her mouth -- orange bursting on her tongue as if she’d bitten into a piece of the fruit. Next came cherries and mango and chocolate and mocha. “What… What’s that I’m tasting?”
    “Well, I did promise you a picnic.” He stroked sparking fingers over her nipples, triggering a tiny electrical storm above her skin. Color chased color with every gesture he made, swamping her with the sensation of phantom teeth nibbling as phantom tongues licked and danced. She panted, groaned, loving the vivid sensations.
    Sound was next: snatches of flute music, drums and harps, sweet notes that hung in the air, accompanying the vivid light show he created. He cupped her breast in one hand and bent to take its nipple in his mouth, suckling, his tongue swirling over the exquisitely sensitized flesh. Simultaneously, he floated his free hand over her skin, triggering the sensation of a feather stroking and tickling. That was followed by the feel