She had been shopping, contemplating the recent experiences with the Jack of Clubs. His love for her drink had brought him like the proverbial moth to the fire. Flickering dangerously in the path of combustion. This combined with the information that Jenilisa had successfully gathered about the Queen of Hearts, such a naughty little creature that one -- her wicked desires and exploratory fantasies now part of the Sierene?s arsenal--, was serving as a fine distraction from her growing concern over the seemingly unreachable Riley.
A finger trailed over the face of the card that she pondered. Hearts. Such creatures of love, usually fueled by intense emotions. There was nothing that they wouldn?t do for family, nothing that they felt was too much asked. So raw, so willing. It really wasn?t all that surprising that the Queen allowed the draconic lover such ...courtesies.
The powerful thought of the culmination of such an act was enough to bring fruition to the busy endeavors of the clerk who was so helpfully assisting her in the dressing room. From her reclined position atop the divan she arched like a spun bow, shuddering and rocking out the rhythm of her petit de mort.
He rolled back on his haunches; the young eager face upturned to offer her the unabashed hunger of his gaze as his hand drew across his glistening lips.
?Did I satisfy you?? His voice quavered with need.
?Mmmm...?
She sat up in a flex of lithe muscles clearly exhibited by the inhuman sensuality of her lush form. The Card whispered from her fingers to find a lonely bed atop the spot she had just vacated. The red-headed woman?s visage an unexpected witness to debauchery. Aolani leaned forward to twine her hand through the soft fall of his sweet curls and to trail behind his neck and bring those sheened lips to her own. A tickling taste, lapping, licking, and finally claiming him in a hot flash fire of unadulterated lust. Spearing, thrusting, commanding, demanding, the twine of her tongue devoured his desires and slammed home her need. Sliding from the small couch to straddle his bent thighs, she rolled forward to press the slick core of herself against his lap.
His body jerked spasmodically, his youthful hands gripping her ribs desperately as he lost control beneath the onslaught. Arching roughly and riotously, he spent.
Slowly her plush lips curved into a wickedly deviant smile against his as she felt the delicious shudders wrack his form, ?I do believe we?re both satisfied now.?
******
Moments later the blushing young man was agreeing to deliver her new purchases to her rooms at the Red Dragon Inn, a thrillingly dangerous and glorious smile graced the plush lips of the Sierene as she turned to the silent Sentinel at her side, ?I love shopping.?
