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Gabriel's Gift
Estranged from her only surviving relative,
Sarah Jacobson faces a lonely Christmas ... until an alien choses her for his sexual experiment. Gabriel wants to prove that humans
are capable of reaching the heights of sexual fulfillment his species
experiences. Soon Sarah finds herself experiencing bliss with a lover that can
touch her body and her mind. But will she climb into his cocoon for the ultimate
experience?
Her alien stood there, dressed in jeans and his black wool coat, the red scarf around his neck. His lustrous blonde hair glowed under the bright lights.
She pivoted and headed in the opposite direction, her heart pounding. Had she somehow acquired an alien stalker? No, there was no need to be paranoid. It was probably a coincidence.
A coincidence that he haunted her dreams.
A coincidence that his blue-eyed stare fastened on her and followed her as she fled across the ice.
I want to watch you skating nude in the falling snow. I want to watch the snowflakes kiss your naked flesh with a million fleeting kisses as they melt against the heat of your skin.
Another picture leapt into her mind, clearer and stronger than the first one: She was nude again, alone on the ice, with a thick snowfall of heavy white flakes drifting down around her. Warmth wrapped around her despite the cold, the same sheltered warmth she’d known in her dreams. The wind was still and the heavy crystal flakes shone like falling stars under the lamplight as they landed on her bare skin and hair one by one.
She moved slowly, the sound of her blades muffled by the thick snow that fell like a benediction from the sky, her eyes closed, her arms outstretched, her legs parted slightly, as if she wished to expose her nudity to the world. The snow settled on her bare skin with a thousand soft touches, icy fingers caressing her all over and melting into dew against her warm flesh. Thick flakes dusted her auburn hair and clung to her eyelashes. Her breasts were pale and white with cold, the rosy nipples standing out in bold relief, and the dark red hair between her legs gleamed with the moisture from the melted snowdrops.
Sarah staggered under the power of the erotic image. Her momentum carried her to the bench and she collapsed upon its hard surface, digging her fingernails into the wood. It was a relief to touch something real after that mind-blowing image. She lifted her head to the cold wind, welcoming the chill after the fever of the vision. Her heart pounded and the private place between her legs was on fire, throbbing with a desire to feel the cool kiss of snowflakes on her most intimate flesh.
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