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  “Sarah, my control is razor thin. If you don’t touch me, I might be able to hold out.” His eyes burned in their sockets, hot coals of lust devouring her body. Her breasts rose sharply as heat flared higher within her veins. “Or perhaps not.”

  Dem stroked her palms with his thumbs, smiling into her eyes as he tucked her hands behind her back. His hands quickly gripped her waist and sent her flying onto the bed. Her back slid along the silk until her gloved hands stopped the progress by bracing against the headboard. Demetrius was upon her in an instant. His rampant erection pulsed against her belly, leaving a wet trail of precum across her skin as he slid against her.

  He eased her thighs apart with one knee, making a home for his hips in the cradle of her thighs. His long, clever fingers drew through the dampness between the folds of her outer lips as she shivered and arched against him. She rocked her clit against the head of his cock as he moved his hips back to start edging into her warm depths.

  He hissed a curse and drove forward without any further preliminaries. As his thrust carried him to the hilt, Sarah let out a cry. Her body arched against him. Pressing her breasts into the wall of his chest. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Sweat broke out on her body as the sensation of his penis dragging against her sensitive tissues took over her mind.

  She locked her hands around his neck, her legs around his waist. His tempo began to increase into a pounding that shook the enormous bed that they occupied. She felt the pulsing of a climax sweep over her, and still he kept driving on.

  All that she could see above her were his burning eyes and the white of his hair against the dark canopy above them. Gasping cries were coming from her throat as every thrust within her caused a cascade of shockwaves to sweep through her.

  Dem’s movements were quickening. The friction between them was bordering on pain, when his eyes went distant and he shuddered above her. His hands were locked around her hips, pulling them hard against him. He pulled her sharply against him as he groaned in his climax. Spurting his semen into her depths as he pulsed within her welcoming belly.

  He dropped against her body, his cock still buried inside her. Then gently held her head and kissed her deeply. “I’ve dreamed of that.” His chest was still heaving in an effort to catch his breath.

  Nestled under him, she was warm, content, covered in sweat, and still wearing her gloves. A tired smile crossed her face.

  “I hope that it lived up to your dream then. Because my mind is now totally blank.” She slumped back into the coverlet and looked up at him.

  “Perhaps this will make you more comfortable.” He wrapped one midnight hand around her hips and rolled so that she was now above him, her breast open to his gaze and touch. Her entire body within his grasp with only her hands still bound by fabric.

  Sarah knelt back, putting all of her weight on her hips, feeling the rising of his interest moving inside her. Taking each gloved finger in her teeth, she tugged them off, one finger at a time. First the left hand then the right. Slowly peeling the fabric down her arms, then off.

  She kept them in her hands and rubbed his chest and belly slowly with the soft grey fabric. As he began to move to the rhythm of her hands she discarded the gloves. Finally touching him with her own hands. Wow. The feeling was fantastic. She felt the heat that his body was giving off, the energy, the sweat that formed anywhere her hands traced. Her random designs were causing him to shift and swell within her.

  His hands were working on learning the textures of her flesh. The hard points that her nipples had become were exceptionally vulnerable targets for his clever fingers. As they drew circles around her nipples the moisture between her thighs became a torrent of liquid heat.

  Her nails dug into his chest as his hands pinched and tweaked at the mounds of flesh he tormented. She simply braced her hands against the hard muscles of his abdomen and gasped in reaction to the ministrations of his hands.

  To break his contact with her breasts, she began to rock her hips against him. Lifting and falling on his hardening cock, in a staggered rhythm. She moved slowly at first, then snuck one of her hands to her clit and began to rub slow circles around it as she rose and fell.

  Her eyes fluttered closed. The sight of his unrelenting focus on her was unnerving. She began to move faster, her fingers matching the increase in pace.

  Each breath that she took was ending on a heated sigh. Her breathing was increasing as well. In only a few moments she was gasping on the edge of release. And that is when she opened her eyes to find his eyes burning into hers as she used his body for her own pleasure. It was too late to stop, she climaxed with a shivering cry as her body tensed and froze above him.

  When she recovered her senses, she found herself cradled against his chest, her thighs still cradling his, and his heartbeat pounding in her ears. It was rapid and reminded her that he had not gotten his release the second time. So did his hard cock pulsing within her.

  “Oh, Demetrius, I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say, this had never happened to her before. Most of her encounters were one time only. They left as soon as they were done with her.

  “Don’t be, that was one of the most amazing things that I have ever seen in my life. Well worth the few minutes of frustration.”

  “Few minutes?” The rest of what she was about to say was lost in a yelp as he flipped her off of him, and onto her stomach. He entered her from behind and began to slowly thrust and slide within her. She was rubbed gently against the silken sheets with every shift, and that was until his hands reached under her and cupped her breast, squeezing and pulling at them in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

  Her body was still unbearably sensitive and a shivering orgasm washed over her in waves. Only a breathy groan told of the sensations running through her as he pressed against the inner wall of her channel, stimulating the largest nerve centers in her cunt and driving her nuts.

  Her fingers dug into the sheets as she shivered and came again, this time her mouth opening and no sound emerging as her body locked in it’s paroxysm of release.

  Seconds later, drawn out by her bodies grasp upon him, Demetrious roared his release, gripping her hips hard and holding her against him as his cock discharged it’s seed into her depths.

  He withdrew from her and fell to her side, chest heaving and body shining with sweat.

  “That was what I have been dreaming about.” He cuddled her close to him, spooning with her as the scent of their activities wrapped around them.

  They lay silent for a few moments, until she began to shiver with cold. Then with a few awkward movements because he refused to release her, they were tucked under the covers and settled down for a nap.

  Chapter 5

  Sarah woke as the chirping of the maintenance robot sounded. It wanted to make the bed. She stumbled out of it and went to look for her clothing, which was neatly folded on a nearby table. She tried to remember what had happened the day before, but was unable to recall it. She tugged on her panties from the day before, forgetting where she had left her baggage. Then put the bra on and shifted her breasts into their proper place for the rest of the day.

  The under robe went on over her little Terran secret, and her over robe belted into place without any argument. Her boots tried to trigger a memory within her, but she was unable to locate it, and that was not like her.

  Lastly, she tugged on her gloves, and they gave her the hint that she needed. As she drew them on, flashes of smooth black skin and glowing silver eyes filled her inner vision. Aha.

  Sarah shook her head. This was not the first time she had been on the receiving end of a mind wipe, but the others she had agreed to. This was just sneaky. Now she needed to find out why.

  The bot waved a scrubbing arm at her and she took the hint and left the rooms she had woken up in. The hall was familiar. In only a few moments she had located the path that would lead her into the courtyard.

  The team was assembled in the yard, speaking with Demetrius in hus
hed tones. The acoustics of the yard made it such that any tiny whisper could be heard at the other end. Demetrius himself was completely shielded from the sun by a hooded robe that matched the one that Sarah was wearing.

  The discussion was revolving around which area to investigate first. Ridwal wanted to get to the artifacts, Tajn wanted to get to the archives, and Kadeel wanted to investigate the local flora and fauna. Demetrius stood quietly and let them argue. Then something caught his attention and he turned to walk towards her.

  “Good morning, Reader. I trust you slept well. The rest of the team is trying to decide where to explore today.” He stood on a lower step, eye to eye with her and winked. “Shall we join them?”

  “Certainly.” He held out his arm and unthinkingly she put her hand delicately on his. It didn’t even sink in that this was unusual behavior for her until she met the astounded gaze of the team watching their approach.

  Sarah flushed and jerked her hand back, folding it carefully against her abdomen with the other and locking her fingers together.

  “Since you can’t decide where you want to focus your exploration, why don’t you all go to the areas that you find interesting and check in hourly. As this is no longer classified as an uninhabited dig, we no longer have to abide by the protocols. Well, with the exception of checking in with the Stalix.” Her little speech finished, Sarah stood back and waited.

  After a few abortive attempts to get them all to investigate artifacts, Ridwal gave in and let them go their separate ways.

  A few words from Dem had Ridwal taking off down one of the many corridors to a hall of statuary. Tajn had a similar reaction as he scampered off to the main library. Kadeel just wandered out of the gates and started exploring.

  That left Sarah alone with Demetrius in the middle of the courtyard. “Aren’t you sensitive to the sun?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then why are we standing here in the middle of a sunbathed courtyard?”

  “A good question. Shall we?” Once again he held out his arm, and she took it. Her hand fell onto his arm without a second thought. They slowly meandered back into the shadows of the inner corridor. Not a word was spoken between them.

  Sarah enjoyed the silence. No minds beyond those of the team were in her radius. Dem just did not show up. She sent her mind out and it touched nothing. Ah, bliss.

  She was perfectly content to wander around with her mentally invisible companion, but she sensed that he had another agenda.

  “We seem to be heading back to the computer station.”

  “That’s correct.”

  “Anything that I didn’t learn yesterday? Or did you wipe some of that stuff out of my mind too?” Her lips twisted in a wry grimace. She wasn’t angry, but she did want answers.

  “I had no intention of seducing you yesterday, and wanted our first time to be with both of us equally eager. So I wiped it out of your mind, but left the rest. How did you remember it?” He was resigned but curious.

  “I got it from my gloves.” She smirked at him.

  “Damn, psychometric talents, I forgot.” He let out a deep sigh. “Could we begin again?”

  “Yes. Yes, we could. Just pretend that you never saw me in my underwear.”

  Heat burned in his eyes, turning them into banked coals gleaming in the unrelieved charcoal of his face. “Impossible.”

  They had arrived at the computer station. “Good morning, gentle beings. Sarah, I’m glad to see you again.”

  “Glad to meet you again as well.” She looked at the medical equipment that had been brought out, “What is on the agenda for today?”

  “Simple bio scans. Something about you has made me curious. And I just can’t handle being curious. Please jump up onto the scanning bed.”

  Dem scooped her up and place her on the bed. She smiled at him and as soon as she lay back, the scanner began to go over her from head to toe. After a few minutes of watching the blinking lights above her, they shut off and she sat up.

  “So, what is the verdict? Will I live?” Her voice was falsely chipper. She was not worried about her health, only the particular thing that Aissa was looking for.

  “Yes. Did you know that you have Admaryn genes in your system? And not just the ones that were ejaculated into you last night.”

  Sarah blushed and looked to Dem, but if he was blushing, she couldn’t tell.

  “Um, no I wasn’t aware of that.” She tried her best to sound businesslike, but it was difficult with Dem smiling at her like that.

  “Yep. Morlyniath clan. They were best known for their mediation abilities. It was only after one of them took a bribe to side with a certain faction in negotiations that he was sent to the Mars colony. Your ancestor’s name was Veralyk.”

  “You can tell all of that from my genetic code?” She was amazed.

  “Affirmative. Each and every member of the penal colony had their DNA recorded so that if they tried to re-enter Alliance society, they could be apprehended.”

  “Wait, he was sentenced to exile because he took a bribe? Wasn’t that a little extreme?”

  Dem’s voice rolled over her in a warm wave, “Sarah, you have to understand that the position he was in, was one of trust. By betraying that trust, he dishonored both himself, and his family.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows. “Wow. Serious. So, does that impact me in any way?”

  “No. The dishonor is eradicated after ten generations. Admaryn custom.” Dem seemed relieved.

  “Ah, so I can get back to my job here as Reader for the team?” Sarah was hesitant. There was something in Demetrius’ eyes that had not been there mere minutes before. If only she could read him. Dammit.

  “Yes you can. In fact, I believe that they are gathering in the courtyard as I speak. You may want to join them.” Aissa was politely cheerful, opening the door for Sarah.

  She took the hint, with only a small wave at Dem as she passed. Her mind was whirling with possibilities. Perhaps, he wanted nothing more to do with her because of her ancestry. She just couldn’t tell. Maybe losing herself in her work would be the distraction she needed.

  Without thinking about it, she had made her way to the surface. She calmly and securely walked the pathways to the open air.

  Sure enough, the whole team was gathered, each explaining their findings.

  “Hey guys, miss me?” They all turned startled eyes to her as she approached.

  “Reader, where have you been?” Ridwal was rather less hostile than normal. That usually meant that he was up to something. Sarah watched him carefully.

  “With our host, learning some of the history of his race.”

  “We have made some amazing discoveries. The library is completely full. I could study it for years.” Tajn’s eyes closed in bliss at the prospect.

  “I have located several objects that require your analysis, Reader. I will bring them to you this afternoon.” Ridwal was really creeping her out now. He was never this pleasant.

  “I have some hard-bound copies of some books that I would like you to look at as well. They seem to be giving off the same type of hum as the gateway.” Tajn’s enthusiasm was contagious.

  “Professor, may I examine Tajn’s finds, before your artifacts?” For once she was following protocol.

  “Yes, Reader, you may.” He paused for a moment. “But I will expect a detailed report on any findings that you make, in the morning.”

  “Of course Professor.” Before she could say anything else, the professor was halfway out of the courtyard. His speed left the rest of them astonished.

  Sarah noted Demetrius lurking in the shadows near the main hall. She quickly scurried up to him, “Dem, what exactly is the professor studying?”

  “I led him to the collection of erotic statuary yesterday. I believe that he spent most of the day observing the different techniques demonstrated.”

  “A collection of…? Wow. No wonder he was in such a hurry.”

  “Did you want to continue the explorati
on of the main hall today?”

  “Ah, I have to help Tajn investigate some artifacts that he found in the library. But, I would love to spend more time with you. Just not today.” She blushed and ducked her head. This situation was so out of her normal experience that it wasn’t funny.

  She had no idea what to do when the object of her lust was being so, well, nice. Helpful and polite could also be applied. Sarah had come to the conclusion that she was going to do nothing. If Dem wanted her, he could tell her, or make the first move.

  She gave him a nod and a smile, then returned to Tajn, and followed him into the doorway of the Great Library. Hours passed with only cursory progress on the books and implements that Tajn had selected for assessment.

  Around noon, the darkness inside the library became oppressive to Sarah. She took the objects out of the library, and set up a desk and chair in a position to capture the maximum of light for her work.

  She filed the individual reports for the objects that she scanned and then wandered around the courtyard. She examined the myriad buildings and what seemed to parks. They were beautiful in the bright light of day, but she knew that in the moonlight, they would be breathtaking.

  She sat near the main fountain and sighed in frustration. What the hell was she going to do? For the first time in her life, she felt like she was falling in love. Every instinct that she had was telling her to run to him. It was scary and it was affecting her work, she couldn’t concentrate, her reports were disorganized. She dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her forehead. It sucked. It must be love.

  The sun carefully tracked its way across the heavens, tingeing everything with a golden hue. As she looked down onto the grey of her gloves, her mind wondered what Dem’s skin would look like in the golden light. Damn. She shook her head again and returned to her tiny desk in the main courtyard.

  Ridwal had left a tray full of artifacts on her desk in the courtyard. She carefully examined each and every item, making notes as she went along. She had documented the origins and uses of seventeen out of the twenty items when she lifted the small statuette out of the tray and froze.