Soft music filled her ears. The strains of ancient Earthling melodies of the season surrounded them, soothing yet hauntingly erotic. When she looked up at Giles, she saw it—the golden halo around his gleaming skull, formed by reflection of the candlelight with which she lit her private haven. What had made her offer this place where no other client had ever gone, her place of rest and refuge? Giles was different—he had touched emotions she’d long reserved for family and countrymen. When he’d invaded her body that first solstice night, he had left part of himself. Though she surely would pay a steep price for it, tonight she’d forget her job and join him in his pleasure. She’d pretend there had been more to his seeking her out tonight than lust that demanded release. “How can I please you, Earthling?” With strong but gentle hands, he urged her head closer. “I want you to suck my cock. Nothing against your slave, but I want to feel your mouth on me.” He was hard as stone.
