New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... blinks. That happened when he was nervous, or freaked, or in deep thought. And it was always freaky (but kind of cute) to watch. He blinked a fifth time, and his eyes flashed brown, then went grey. (I loved his eyes.) “That’s amazing,” he huffed, his lips tugging at a smile. “Have you ever heard your mom before?” “No. And it half scared me to death. She said One last breath, U-we-tsi-a-ge-ya and she called me her Goddess. How in the hell—sorry. How am I her Goddess?” “You really don’t know?” I felt stupid. I barely shook my head and met his glossy blue eyes. “Eris, when Rian pass, they literally turn into our Gods and Goddesses. It is our job to worship Greek Gods and Goddesses, though they may not physically exist, they do soulfully and mentally. Take you for instance! You’re literally named after a child of Zeus and Hera. Eris: chaos, discord. You’re my beautiful chaos, and you could be my Goddess any day of the year. I don’t care if you hate it, or adore it, your name symbolizes you and your power; the Elements can be chaotic, and as you witnessed tonight, they do what they want. Eris… Elements… Chaos… Goddess… That’s perfect to me.” Dallas gave me that smile before resting his forehead with mine. “And you are so hot enough to be a Goddess.” I laughed. I’d never heard him say anything that deep, and it made my eyes tear up. Dallas was very guarded—that was until you developed love and understanding of him, then you’ll hear his strong, sexy, deep voice speak. “You really ...

... think I’m Goddess material?” I whispered. “Eris”—he smiled his slow, sexy smile—“you blow any Goddess out of my mind with those bright teal eyes”—he ran his finger on my cheek then stroked my hair—“that long, fringy teal hair”—his lips brushed with mine—“and those sweet, soft, loving lips.” Dallas nibbled my lower lip then gave me an almost too deep kiss. When he pulled back, we were breathing hard and looking directly at each other. His hands found my skin again, and I took in a sharp inhale of breath. Dallas had his large hands cupping my face, with mine pressed firmly atop and our mouths devouring each other. We were both shocked when a spark came from our hands. I roughly pulled back, and Dallas’s eyes flashed all eight colors again. “What the hell?” “I dunno.” “Spark of love?” Dallas wiggled his fingers at me. “You’re a goof. No, but seriously, what the fuck was that?” “Well, I wouldn’t have asked the question if I knew the answer.” Dallas flung back on the bed when I landed a hard pillow on his neck. “Ow!” he exclaimed. “Stop it, asswipe,” I giggled, rubbing his shoulder. Dallas sat back up then pulled me into his lap. “Spark of love or spark of hate, I’m still gonna kiss on you, and touch what I deserve.” Dallas was about to kiss me again but my finger on his lips stopped him. “Pwoblem?” his words were jumbled from the awkward finger. “What you deserve? Ahem ,” I scoffed. “I see it as a gift.” Dallas grabbed my wrist and yanked me away. “I’ve fought women before, so, ...