Free Acting Out by Paulette Oakes

his perusal.
    “Your skin glows as if the light of the stars live inside
you,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush against her puckered nipple
with his knuckles.
    Jessica gasped as her body’s pale skin began to flush with
heat as if his words were the spark to the gasoline of her desire. Never in her
life had any man looked at her and seen past her starlet persona and into the
soul of the most secret and primal parts of herself. No man had ever kissed her
as if he were trying to consume her through his lips and make her believe that
he would die without the taste of her on his tongue. Until Korian. Within weeks
of her meeting him for the first time in Mikael’s hospital room, she had fallen
for him a little bit more with each meeting. She reveled in his possessive
touch, thrilled at the control over the power he held as king, and craved his
jealous passion. She also trusted the intelligence of his mind, his innate
sense of honor, and the gentleness of his touch on the youngling companion. She
wanted him, badly, and she thought she may not be able to take it if he refused
her again.
    Korian reached his hand out and began to trace the flush
with the palm of his hand as it spread from her belly and up into her breasts.
“See how your body responds to me? Your skin is so hot, it turns pink for me.
Let me see if I can set you on fire until you burn,” he purred, as he wrapped
his arm around her waist and pulled her up his body until she was pinned
between his chest and hips and the sun-warmed glass.
    Her back was arched across his arm, pressing her breasts up
in the air, and Korian took advantage. He swiped the flat of his tongue across
a nipple, and then blew cool breath across it until it hardened into a painful
peak. Her body jerked when he latched his hot mouth around it and sucked the
point deep and pulled.
    “God! Korian!” she cried out. Her fingers wound into the
soft strands of his black hair and she held him to her chest as he continued to
nurse before pulling back to gently clamp the tip between his teeth. He was
driving her crazy with only his mouth on her breast, and her fingers began to
scramble with the closures on his uniform in her haste to get to his skin.
“Take it off! For God’s sake, take this off so I can touch you!” she demanded
as her hips rolled forward of their own accord.
    Korian switched to the other breast and subjected it to the
same treatment. “Closures are on the front,” she though she heard him say
around his mouthful.
    She desperately clawed at his chest and at his neck until
her fingertips caught the latch, and his jumpsuit parted across his torso. He
reluctantly released her and set her feet back on the ground long enough to
allow her to pull it down until it hung around his knees. Before he could get
his hands back on her, though, she stopped him with a hand to his chest.
    “Oh, no. It’s my turn, now,” she drawled, her hand
running down the center of his chest. His muscles jumped under her fingertips
as she traced and trailed over the ridges and valleys of his abdomen before
slowly continuing unerringly down to where his shaft strained, hard and thick,
against the fabric of his tight shorts. He snarled like a beast when she boldly
gripped his length in her hand through the material and squeezed .
    “Jessica, do not tease me right now. It will not go well for
you,” he warned her, his voice taught with strain.
    A spark of excitement lit in her eyes and she licked her lip
as their eyes held while waiting for her decision. Her fingers flexed around
him and then moved up to the tip, before reversing and sliding back down slowly
until she held the weight of his sack in her hand. A thrill of triumph shot
through her veins like heroin, sending her body into a high of arousal, when
Korian snatched her hand and pulled her up against the glass with her arm
pinned over her head. He found her other hand and joined it with its twin until
her wrists were secured by one big