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past whatever that may be.
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Silently, they walked through the grotto. The rush of the waterfall grew louder as
they approached. Reaching the water s edge, Shawn plunged into the coolness without
hesitation. He broke the surface on the other side of the waterfall. The sun was bright,
causing him to squint against the rays as his powerful arms moved and he swam to
shore and strode from the water. Warm sand heated his feet, water pebbling off his skin
as he reached for his pants.
Shawn needed time alone to consider how he should approach Kitty. He waited on
the beach, unsure whether she could find her way back to the citadel. In the next
moment he saw his angel breaking the waves and gasping for breath. He wanted her so
badly his body tensed, his cock grew hard. Each stroke of her slender arms brought her
nearer, and made his body riper.
Her skin was still pink from their play. He knew her pussy would be wet and
inviting. It was difficult but he eased his erection into his pants, sealing the flaps and
closing himself from her. As he put his boots on she began to dress. Her forehead was
creased. She frowned. What was she thinking?
After Kitty dressed they walked through the forest without speaking or touching.
At the door of her bungalow, Shawn stopped.
 I will send Tatiana to assist you with dressing for the masquerade, he said,
already moving away from her, knowing he would be unable to feel her skin beneath
his hands without taking her.
Her lips parted as if she meant to say something and then they snapped closed. The
look in her eyes gave him pause. It was clear she wanted to say something, but instead
she turned and disappeared through the open door.
Damn. Shawn threaded his fingers through his blond hair. Tonight she would
reveal her secret, or he would force it from her.
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Chapter Sixteen
Tonight was the night. Anxiety crawled across Ciarra s skin like a million bugs.
Tonight she would confess what had happened on Earth before she arrived on Ecstasy
Island. She would tell Shawn what had occurred and ask him to assist her in resolving
it. If nothing else, it would definitely get her a quick exit off the planet.
 Stunning, Tatiana remarked. Ciarra moved before the mirror in her bungalow
and gasped. Tatiana was right. She looked amazing.
A lavender half-mask glittered beneath the light, framing her eyes. At her hairline a
feathery headdress began and swept down her back. Like the feather structure of a
bird s wing, the mask began with a layer of lesser covert feathers, then middle and
greater coverts, each firm but soft. Every row grew in length, blending the lighter
shades of purple into deeper hues for the different types of feathers. Finally two-foot,
vibrant, purple plumes completed the mask as they jutted high from the headdress in
one-inch intervals.
Downy feathers, soft and fuzzy, were placed on each breast, layer after layer,
covering each nipple and the gentle swell of each mound. More were used to design a
thong to cover her mons and glide across her ass. She turned and looked down at her
buttocks where Tatiana had made a swirly design on each of her cheeks.
Ciarra laughed and Tatiana joined her.  The sticky substance used to apply the
feathers to your skin will dissolve with extreme body heat, Tatiana explained.  This
will allow you to be plucked and feel no pain.
Ciarra felt her brows pull together.  Plucked?
 Master Shawn has to get you out of the costume somehow. I doubt you will be
wearing it very long. You look absolutely fantastic. Tatiana raised the lid on the box
lying on the bed and brought out a pair of three-inch stilettos.  This should finish off
the ensemble. She held them out and Ciarra reached for the glittering heels.  I have to
go and get dressed now. You have about thirty minutes before you are to arrive at the
ballroom in the main citadel. Tatiana began to gather all the excess feathers and the
bottle of adhesive. Then her gaze darted to Ciarra.  Will you be able to find your way?
She crammed all the stuff into a white bag and heaved it over one shoulder.
Ciarra brushed her off with a wave of her hand.  Yeah, don t worry about me.
What costume will you wear tonight?
As Tatiana moved toward the door she said,  Don t know yet. She smiled, a
mischievous lift to her mouth.  But I have thirty minutes to make up my mind. The [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]