Page 84 of Infala: The Priest's Temptation
“Look, I’m taking those clothes off one way or another, so you might as well be helpful.” Ella cupped the bulge in his trousers for added effect.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied, his top coming off quickly, though with care.
“Sit. Let me look.”
Draikis complied, his body flush with the heat of want. She could feel it acutely, the raw energy building up between them before they even got into the good stuff.
So, this is what they were talking about. The Infala. Who would have believed this was even possible?
Ella ran her fingers over his flesh, sparks of connection buzzing through her body with every caress. The lash marks on his back were raw but not bleeding, she noted. In fact, the healing salve they had applied appeared to have already begun knitting the skin back together mere hours after the injury. His runes were, as intended, totally untouched. Untouched, and faintly glowing, connected across his body.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. The salve did its job.”
“So, it’s numb?”
“To pain, yes. But your touch, on the other hand…” He rose and turned to her, his hands moving to her body, his restraint barely holding as he began gently caressing her with the lightest, most sensual of touches.
Ella shuddered. His fingers traced their way up her flanks, beneath her breasts, along her clavicles, then back down, flowing across her belly and inner thighs, teasing her with the tantalizing proximity to her pulsing womanhood straining for him with every fiber of her being.
She wrapped her arms around him, jerking back immediately. “Shit. Sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re hurt. How are we going to do this?”
“We’ll manage. In fact, I see what Soparo had delivered for us.”
Draikis’s hands left her body a moment as he crossed the room, opening a lone package bundled on his table.
“Excellent. Will you please help me with this?”
“What is it?”
He removed a translucent piece of material from its wrapper. It was almost perfectly the size and shape of his back.
“A protective healing dressing. With it my injuries will be untouchable. Press it to my back.”
She did, the material immediately bonding to his flesh, sealing the whole area tight and secure. The wounds beneath seemed to be healing even faster.
“That’s amazing.”
“Each brother has their body mapped in case of injury, the record stored in the main systems. Normally these are reserved for severe trauma, but Elder Soparo seems to have been influenced by your words.”
“Oh?”
“He has taken some liberties with our rules. Or, at least, is finding loopholes, as you did, it would appear. And about that,” he said, turning back to face her, pulling her close, his injuries now fully protected. “You. You’re amazing. How you figured that out, how you used the ancient texts against them like that? Even the legal scholars were taken by surprise. Your mind, Ella. It is incredible.”
She squeezed his crotch, a fiery look in her eyes. “Shut up, baby. There are so many better things you could be doing with your mouth than talking.”
“Noted,” he said, his lips falling to her neck, his fingers moving between her legs, parting her slick folds.
“Yesssss, that’s it.”
Ella’s body jerked, his gentle grazing across her clit sending the engorged nub into electric spasms of bliss, her entire being on fire with want. Draikis’s cock twitched hard, lengthening and thickening under her touch, responding to her as she responded to him, their energies ramping up in sync, their Infalas unified as one.
Almost.
