Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One Read Online Free

keep her off balance, mostly because he couldn’t bring himself to let her experience real fear as he reached for the next item. Telling her she would not be damaged worked as a warning that let her anticipate with trepidation but not fear.
                  She nodded, obviously unsure if she should answer verbally.
                  Pulling on a single glove, he picked up the small vial of minerals. Strictly speaking, the mineral cream wasn’t required to protect her, but it would add a new level of sensitivity to her experiences. It was also for him, an indulgence he could allow his possessive drive.
    She swallowed when the glove snapped on. Her wide eyes followed every movement as he coated two fingers then carefully set down the little jar. Trel stepped around her leg and came to her side. His bare hand grasped her breast at the base and firmly forced the peak up, soft flesh puckered for him, presenting a dainty nipple. Not for long, he mused as he slathered the cream over her nipple and rubbed it into the surrounding circle of coral flesh. With each stroke, he returned to her reddening nipple and rolled it firmly, pulling up as he did so.
    Clair groaned softly but he ignored it, concentrating on her breast as he manipulated the tip. He switched to the other breast, grasping it just as firmly to present the nipple for him to work the cream into.
    Her hands fluttered off the headboard as he gave her nipple a rolling tug, Trel snarled. She gripped the board again. Moving swiftly, he was behind her head, pulling straps around her wrists. Clair’s mouth opened but the protest died as he stood still a moment, the threat of his inaction clear as he watched her. Her mouth closed and he casually strolled around her fully restrained body to stand between her legs.
    He doubted she was conscious of her demands on him, but her subconscious was being crystal clear. She needed his complete dominance and had not even allowed him that one concession—to leave her hands free. With that unspoken request, she’d confirmed his assessment of her desires and released him from any reservations about those needs.
    Clair’s panting picked up. The enhanced sensations from her breasts were becoming more pronounced. He paused and watched her nipples swell and redden as the minerals worked into tender flesh. Her areolas puffed up from her breasts as they became engorged, beaded peaks almost double in size and length already. Both breasts were swelling as the demand for blood filled her veins. Sensitivity of those heaving mounds would be increasing as they became firm, jutting up off her ribs in lovely invitation.
    She raised her head to stare down, her expression slightly shocked but her scent told him she was pleased at the sight. Satisfaction had little room in the deluge of responses she drew from his soul, but it was there as he watched her. Trel coated his fingers again and reached for delicate folds. His intention clear, Clair gasped and hitched away from him the tiny bit her restraints allowed. Trel did not pause but his eyes met hers as his fingers petted the lip of her surnim , his snarl a command and possession as he coated her with the cream.
    Clair jerked her eyes back to the ceiling, but the whispered expulsion of air was easily heard. “Oh, God.”
    Clair forced herself to relax. When he put the stuff on her breasts she’d felt a warm sensation for about three seconds and then everything changed. Her entire chest lit up with sensation as if she suddenly had a thousand new nerve endings. His touch became the center of her world, what she needed to get to the next moment. Now he was putting it on the most sensitive, needy part of her. Fear and anticipation felt a lot like the first sip of champagne, heady, sweat and dangerous.
    Whatever it was he rubbed into her skin, it made her more his and Clair pretty much thought that was not possible. She felt dizzy with the amplification of sensation piled on top of