“Are you ready?” Reeve called to her from the bedroom.
“Almost.” Nallah peeked just her head around the necessary room door and saw that the big Kindred was sitting up on the bed. He was bare-chested and wearing his black sleep trousers, looking absolutely mouth-watering.
“Okay, well don’t take too long, baby. I took the healing compound a while ago so it should be in my system now.”
“Just a minute more,” Nallah promised.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, she drew back and looked at herself in the 3-D viewer. She also was dressed for the bedroom, wearing a night gown that Olivia had given her which wasn’t much different from the sex garments she’d had back home on Hascion Five.
Olivia had called it a “babydoll nighty”—a short little dress made of see-through pink fabric which gathered under Nallah’s breasts and fell to her upper thighs. It tied in the center of her chest and a single pull of the string would make it come open, revealing her naked body—well, naked other than a matching pair of pink panties that went with it.
She had asked why it was necessary to wear such a revealing outfit to be healed in and Olivia had given her a little smile.
“Just that sometimes when your man is healing you things can get a little…intense,” she said, and then added quickly, “Of course, you’re under absolutely no obligation to do anything sexual if you don’t want to. Reeve told me what your home world is like and I want you to know, the Mother Ship isn’t like that. Women aren’t forced to have sex—they don’t have it unless they want to.”
It still seemed like an alien concept to Nallah but apparently it was true. The two times she had tried to offer her sexual submission to Reeve since they had gotten to the Mother Ship, he had raised her gently from her place at his feet and shaken his head.
“No, baby,” he’d said quietly. “Not until you’re ready.”
Nallah wondered if she might feel ready tonight. She remembered her wish that she could be taken face to face, just as it had been when she and Reeve pretended to perform the Ritual in the Temple of the God-King. Would letting Reeve heal her lead to such a thing?
She didn’t know but she felt a little twinge of excitement as she looked at herself in the 3-D viewer and saw how the tight points of her nipples and the soft slit of her pussy were fully visible through the innocent pink fabric of the babydoll nighty. Of course, the ugly purple scars on her cheeks were visible too, since she wasn’t wearing a veil. But she tried not to look at those. Hopefully Reeve would be able to heal them.
Please, she prayed. Oh please, let him heal me.
Though she had never had an answer to her prayers before, this time she felt a warm sense of confidence and calm descend on her.
“It is time,” murmured a voice which might have been in her head…or might not. Nallah wasn’t sure but it didn’t seem to matter. She knew it was time to let Reeve do his best to heal her.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the bedroom.
* * * * *
Reeve sucked in a breath when he saw her. Gods, she was beautiful in that little nothing of an outfit! He could see the tight points of her nipples poking hard against the see-through pink fabric and her little pussy mound with its tiny patch of golden curls was clearly visible through the matching panties.
I’m the luckiest male alive, he couldn’t help thinking. For so many years he had longed for a mate—a female who was just right for him. And now the Goddess had sent him Nallah.
But he needed to be careful with her. Nallah had been through a lot of trauma both physical and emotional and Reeve knew he would rather die than hurt her. He needed to be gentle and take things slowly and remember that the main goal was healing her face. Even if they didn’t do anything else, just healing her would be enough.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, patting the bed. “You look beautiful.”
“You…you think so?” Nallah put a hand self-consciously to one scarred cheek.
“Yes,” Reeve said firmly. “Absolutely gorgeous. Now come here and let me heal you, if I can.”
She came at once, though she still looked a little shy. In fact, she looked so nervous that Reeve took a moment to gather her to him and just hold her in his arms.
At first Nallah stiffened, but then she melted against him.
“What’s…why are you doing this…hugging me?” she asked in a soft, breathless voice, looking up at him.
“I thought you looked like you could use a hug.” Reeve stroked her hair and dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Was I wrong?”
“No, you were exactly right.” She snuggled closer to him and pressed her face to the side of his neck, inhaling deeply. “Reeve, you smell so good…so spicy and warm. I have never smelled anything like the scent of your skin but I love it.”
“No one has, baby,” he murmured. “What you’re smelling is my bonding scent—a pheromone my body makes just for you. Because it knows I want you for my mate—it makes the scent to attract you.”
She looked up at him, her golden eyes wide.
“Your body made chemicals just for me? Is that part of the healing compound?”
“Separate from the healing compound,” Reeve assured her. “It’s a Kindred thing—we release a scent tailored to the female we want when we’re trying to get her as a mate.”
“But what about when you find a new woman you want as a wife…as a mate?” Nallah asked. “Does your body change to make a new scent for her?”
“We don’t do that—we don’t discard females and look for new ones.” Reeve felt a low growl building in his chest at the idea. “Such a thing is…blasphemy to us.”
“Really? So the Kindred stay with one wife all of their lives?” Nallah looked like she could scarcely believe it.
Reeve nodded. “I know it may seem strange to you after living on that misogynistic hellhole Hascion Five, but when a Kindred male is blessed to find his true mate, he keeps her safe and near him all of his life. He forms a soul-bond with her that allows them to speak with their minds over great distances and sometimes to feel each other’s emotions.”
His own soul ached as he spoke the words. How he longed for such a deep and intimate connection—he had been longing for it for years. Yet, he didn’t know when or if he would be able to form such a bond with Nallah. He couldn’t forget the way she had stiffened up when he had penetrated her with his fingers—and his cock was much larger than that.
She had been so abused by that bastard, Harryx, she might never want to have sex again. And without being able to fill her with his shaft and seed, he would never be able to form the soul bond between them.
Nallah was still looking at him wide-eyed, apparently taking in what he had said.
“So…you stay with one woman all your life and you can hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions?”
“If we form a soul-bond with her,” Reeve told her.
“And will you healing me…cause this bond to form between us?” she asked hesitantly.
Reeve shook his head. “I’m afraid not—that’s not how it’s formed.”
“Do…” She looked at him shyly. “Do you want to form a soul-bond with me, Reeve?”
“There’s nothing I want more, baby,” he said fiercely, lifting her chin to look into her eyes.
“Even if…even if you can’t heal me?” Nallah asked.
“Yes. Even if I can’t, I still want to be with you,” he murmured, stroking her scarred cheek. “You don’t understand, baby—I’ve been waiting for you all my life. Always wishing that the Goddess would send me the right female—one who would care for me despite what I am and what I do.”
“You mean…your ability to go into other male’s bodies?” Nallah asked.
He nodded. “No one likes a ‘snatcher’—that’s what they call us because we can ‘snatch’ other male’s bodies. It causes a lot of distrust.”
“But if you hadn’t been able to enter Harryx’s body, we never would have met and you never would have saved me from Hascion Five,” Nallah protested.
“Yeah…” Reeve sighed. “But I haven’t always used my, uh, abilities for good. I’ve been sort of an outlaw all my life—until Commander Sylvan offered me the job of snatching Harryx’s body in order to stop the Hascions from using their wormhole technology to invade the rest of the universe.”
“Well I think you are brave,” Nallah said softly. “And kind and sweet and…and everything Harryx was not.” She looked at him shyly. “If you really want to form this…this soul-bond with me, I would like that very much, Reeve. Very much.”
Reeve couldn’t hide the troubled look on his face.
“Baby,” he said gently, cupping her cheek. “I do want to form a bond with you, but I don’t want to hurt or frighten you. See, the only way to form a bond is to have my shaft inside you—all the way inside—so I can fill you with my seed. And after the way that bastard Harryx treated you, I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
“Oh…” Nallah bit her lip and turned pale. “I…I see,” she said softly.
Reeve cursed himself. Now he had made her feel uncomfortable and upset.
“Sweetheart,” he said quickly. “I want you to know that I want to stay with you, even without a bond. We don’t have to do that if you don’t feel comfortable. In fact…” He shifted her a little away from his body. “We’re not even thinking about that tonight. Tonight is all about healing you, if I can. All right?”
“All…all right.” Nallah nodded. “Thank you, Reeve.”
“Come here,” he murmured, patting his thighs. “Why don’t you straddle me so I can reach you better? I want to try and heal you, baby.”
He just hoped that he could.
* * * * *
“All right.” Feeling nervous, Nallah climbed obediently into the big Kindred’s lap and straddled his thighs. She could feel her pussy lips spreading as she took a wider stance and a quick glance down showed that her inner folds and the tight little button of her clit were now on display under the see-through panties.
Nallah wasn’t sure if she wanted Reeve to notice her new exposure or not. The idea of forming a bond with the big Kindred was still uppermost in her mind, although he had told her that tonight would be only about healing her.
Could she stand to have him in her, his thick shaft thrust deep in her pussy? She had wanted such a thing, back when he was pretending to be Harryx—had even hoped it would happen. But that was before the real Harryx came back and shattered the trust that had grown in her heart while Reeve was controlling his body. She still felt fragile after what had happened with her husband—his betrayal and the way she had…
But no, Nallah wouldn’t let herself think of the past now. She wanted to be here in the present with Reeve.
I’ll let him heal me, she told herself firmly. That’s enough for now. We can think about…other things later.
So telling herself, she leaned into Reeve’s gentle touch when he cupped her face and tilted her right cheek forward.
“Gonna heal you now, baby,” he murmured. “At least, I’m going to try.”
“All right. Yes, Reeve…please heal me,” she whispered and closed her eyes.
For a moment she felt only Reeve’s warm breath on her scarred cheek. Then she felt the warm, wet brush of his tongue against her flesh and a shiver went though her entire body.
“Oh…” she whispered as the gentle stroking went on. “Reeve that feels so good.” In fact, the tender way he was laving her cheek with his tongue reminded her of the way he had licked other parts of her in the past…parts which were feeling tingly and open and vulnerable right now.
Nallah wished she could press her thighs together to hide the way her pussy was getting wet and swollen but she was straddling Reeve’s thighs and couldn’t do anything about her growing arousal. She remembered how Olivia had said things could get “intense” when your man healed you. Maybe this was what she had meant.
He stopped licking for a moment and murmured, “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. And I think…I think it’s working.”
“Is it?” Nallah couldn’t keep the hopeful excitement out of her voice. She wanted so much to be healed of the ugly purple scars on her cheeks. “Can I see?”
“Just let me do a little more and then I’ll get the other side,” Reeve told her. “I don’t want you to look until I’m done. Okay?”
“All right,” Nallah agreed obediently, though she was brimming with impatience. “Yes, Reeve.”
“You don’t always have to do what I say, you know, sweetheart.” There was a slight frown in his voice. “My word isn’t law—you can rebel sometimes if you want or argue with me. I don’t mind.”
Nallah bit her lip. All her life she had been trained to obey men and take their word as law. Now here was Reeve telling her she didn’t always have to listen to him that way—that she could actually talk back to him with no consequences. It was a strange thought…but a very liberating one.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling at him. “I may, um, rebel some in the future. But for now I will be patient oh my…Reeve,” she ended.
He chuckled softly, a rumbling sound which came from deep in his chest and seemed to shake her whole body.
“You’re having a hard time just saying my name, aren’t you? Instead of ‘oh, my husband.’”
“Well…it is the proper form of address for the male who owns you,” Nallah pointed out breathlessly.
Reeve’s dark face grew serious.
“Nallah, baby—I don’t own you. You’re your own person now—nobody is ever going to own you again but you.”
“Oh,” Nallah said in a small voice.
“But if you’d like us to belong to each other,” Reeve continued, “I could definitely get on board with that. In fact, I’d love to belong to you baby, if you want to belong to me, too.”
“Belonging and owning are…two different things?” Nallah asked.
He nodded. “For me, they are, anyway. Belonging means mutual respect and affection and trust—I want that with you, Nallah.” He looked into her eyes. “And if you want it with me, I’d be happy to join with you—marry you. Then you could call me, ‘oh my husband’ for real.”
“Even…” Nallah bit her lip. “Even without the bond you spoke about?”
He nodded. “Even without it. I want to be with you, baby. Will you marry me?”
Nallah thought about protesting that there was no one to sell her to him and sign the bill of ownership. But then she remembered she owned herself now—why could she not make her own decision about marrying the big Kindred?
“Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, Reeve, I would like to marry you very much.”
“Good,” he growled softly. “Then let me finish healing you, baby and we can talk about how you want the ceremony. I know females have their own ideas about that kind of thing.”
“All right.” Settling more comfortably against him, Nallah leaned her cheek forward and allowed him to finish on the right side before he turned to the left.
As before, the feeling of his warm tongue bathing her face sent shivers of desire through her. Shifting her hips restlessly, she gasped a little when something hard and hot poked against her open pussy through the see-through pink panties.
Glancing down, she saw that a long, hard ridge of flesh had appeared in the black fabric of Reeve’s sleep trousers. When she had settled more deeply into his lap, the thick bulge had pressed against her spread pussy.
The position they were in reminded her of the Ritual where Reeve had rubbed against her without ever actually penetrating her pussy with his cock. A surge of desire went through her and without thinking about it, she sank a little lower in his lap and tilted her hips back and forth, getting more contact with his hard shaft and her tender inner pussy. It felt especially good when she pressed her throbbing clit against his cock.
Before she quite knew how it had happened, Nallah’s hips were moving of their own accord, setting up a rhythm as she ground her spread pussy against his rigid shaft. God, it felt so good—she never wanted to stop.
Up until now, Reeve hadn’t commented on what she was doing—he was still apparently engrossed in healing her cheek. But finally he gave a low sound that was half aroused, half amused.
“Mmm…enjoying yourself, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “You like grinding that hot little pussy against my cock?”
Nallah felt a new burst of desire rush through her at his soft, dirty words.
“Y-yes,” she moaned breathlessly. “Yes, Reeve, I do. It feels…feels so good.”
“Enjoy yourself then,” he murmured and his mouth moved lower, leaving her cheek to lap and kiss the sensitive side of her throat. “Gods, you taste so good,” he murmured, one big hand finding and cupping her breast.
New shivers were running through her body and Nallah’s pussy was so wet that her panties were damp and sticking to her. Suddenly she didn’t want them in the way anymore—or Reeve’s sleep trousers either.
The nice thing about the pink panties that went with the babydoll nighty was that they also had ties which held them on—one on either hip. Quickly, Nallah pulled the strings, releasing the bows. Lifting up for a minute, she pulled the pink fabric away and tossed it to one side, baring her pussy for her man. Then she reached for the waistband of his trousers and began tugging it down.
His cock, when it was finally revealed, was long and hard and capped with a broad, dusky head. It felt hot and heavy, the skin silky and heated in Nallah’s hand. Suddenly the way Reeve was kissing her neck and slowly rolling her nipples between his fingers was too much for her. She wanted him in her now.
Reeve had been letting her do pretty much whatever she wanted to him as he healed her cheeks and kissed her neck. But when Nallah fit the broad head of his cock to her slippery pussy entrance, he stopped licking and sucking her neck and frowned at her.
“Maybe you’d better stop that, sweetheart. Don’t want you to feel hurt or scared, okay?”
“I’m not scared…much.” Nallah spoke breathlessly as she pressed his thickness into her. He was so big but she wanted him inside her. Still though, as she felt him breach her entrance, she couldn’t help flashing on the last time Harryx had punished her. The bad memory seemed to make her tighten up and she pulled back abruptly, panting hard.
“Baby? You okay?” Reeve sounded concerned.
“I…I’m sorry.” Nallah shook her head. “I want to…to do that with you, Reeve. But I just…I keep thinking…feeling…”
A look she couldn’t define passed over his face. It seemed like anger and sadness and understanding all mixed together.
“That’s completely understandable, sweetheart. It’s all right. I told you, we don’t have to do that tonight—or ever if you don’t feel like you can.”
Nallah felt like crying.
“But I want to,” she insisted brokenly. “It’s just, when I think about how things were with…with Harryx I kind of…tighten up inside.” She rubbed at her eyes angrily. “I always tightened up with him too it was just…that he didn’t care. He just…did what he wanted to do anyway.”
Reeve looked angry but she knew the emotion wasn’t directed at her.
“That son of a bitch, I wish I could kill him again,” he growled. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Nallah.”
“It’s all right,” she whispered. “It’s just…the way things are on my home world.”
“Your home world is fucked up, baby.” He still sounded half angry-half sorry. Sighing, he pulled her close to his chest and stroked her trembling back and shoulders. “It’s all right,” he murmured. “Everything is all right.”
“No, it’s not.” Nallah pulled back and swiped at the tears on her cheeks. “I don’t want to let him—the memory of him and the way he was—ruin this for me. I don’t want him to ruin us.”
Reeve got a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Well…I don’t know if it would work but I do have kind of an idea.”
“What? Tell me,” Nallah said eagerly.
“This healing compound I took,” Reeve said slowly, as though working it out as he spoke. “It’s supposed to heal physical trauma. But I wonder if…if it might help heal other kinds of trauma too. At the very least it might help you, uh, loosen up a little. Not so I can penetrate you,” he added quickly. “I told you, we don’t have to do that tonight. But I’d love to try and heal you there too, if I could, baby.”
Nallah bit her lip. “You mean…lick me between my legs. Like you did back on Hascion Five?”
His black eyes were half-lidded as he nodded.
“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Oh…” Nallah shifted uncomfortably. A moment before she’d been feeling scared and tight and uncertain but now the idea of having the big Kindred’s tongue between her thighs made her feel tingly again. “Do…do you really want to? To heal me there, I mean?”
“I want to lick you more than anything, baby—but not just because I want to heal you.” Reeve’s voice was a soft, hungry growl. “I love the way you taste—love the soft little sounds you make when I go down on you. I want to eat your pussy and feel you coming against my tongue. Will you let me?”
“Oh…” Nallah breathed. When he talked that way to her—so directly about what he wanted to do to her—it made her feel so hot and wet she could barely stand it. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding. “Yes, Reeve. You can…can taste me again.”
“Thank you, baby. And this time I promise not to penetrate you unless you want me too.”
To Nallah’s surprise, he set her to one side for a moment and then scooted down until he was lying flat on the bed, with a single pillow under his head. Then he beckoned to her.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
“What?” Nallah frowned. “I don’t understand. How—?”
Before she could finish the question, Reeve reached over and lifted her easily, as though she weighed no more than a doll. He brought her into position with a knee on either side of his head and her open pussy directly over his mouth.
“Want you to ride my face, baby,” he muttered thickly. “Come down on me and feed me that sweet pussy.”
“Oh, but Reeve…” Nallah didn’t know what to think. On Hascion Five, no woman would ever be like this, over a man. This position of power and control was foreign to her—it felt strange and a little frightening.
Reeve seemed to understand how she was feeling.
“Don’t be scared, baby,” he murmured, his big, warm hands stroking up and down her thighs and back. “Just come down and let me taste you—come down and ride my tongue.”
His hot words and the lust she saw in his black eyes reassured Nallah that he really meant it—that this was really okay. Just because it was forbidden on her home world didn’t mean it was wrong, she reminded herself. And just because Harryx would have punished her for trying something like this didn’t meant that Reeve would. The big Kindred wanted her to feel free with him—free and unafraid to try new things.
Well, this was certainly something new, all right.
Deciding to trust him, Nallah gripped the headboard of the bed and leaned forward, lowering her open pussy to his waiting mouth below.
“Mmmm…” A low groan of pure pleasure and desire met her ears as Reeve’s tongue met her pussy lips. He lapped upward, swiping from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top of her pussy mound and then down again. “Deeper, baby,” he muttered hoarsely, taking Nallah’s hips in her hands. “Need to lick you deeper—really taste that sweet honey of yours.”
Nallah found that she was moaning too as she felt his long, hot tongue sliding across her swollen folds, until she bucked against him, begging mutely for more.
Happy to comply with her request, Reeve sucked the aching button of her clit between his lips and began torturing it sweetly with his tongue, circling it and lashing it until sparks of pleasure flew from Nallah’s inner core, making her feel like she was going to explode.
“Oh…oh, Reeve,” she heard herself moaning. Without quite knowing how it had happened, she found that her fingers were tangled in his black hair and her hips were grinding against his face. He continued to lap her open pussy eagerly, as though he wanted to taste every bit of her and capture every drop of her juices.
Close, she thought. Oh God, I’m getting so close…
Just as she thought so, she felt Reeve shift positions, his thumb replacing his tongue on her clit. At first Nallah was worried that she’d been pressing too hard and might have hurt him but when he looked up at her, his black eyes were blazing with desire.
“Want to put my tongue inside you baby, is that okay?” he asked, his deep voice hoarse with need. “Do you think it would bother you to feel my tongue slide into your sweet pussy?”
Nallah bit her lip. “I don’t think so,” she whispered at last. “If…if you really want to do it.”
“Want to try and heal you,” Reeve told her. “Help you loosen up some. But I’ll wait until after you come, all right?”
“All right,” Nallah agreed but the last part of her words came out in a moan. Reeve had sucked her clit into his mouth again and was lashing it with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly she found herself tilting over the edge, the pleasure exploding inside her like a star going nova.
“Oh…Oh, Reeve!” she cried, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Coming…you’re making me come so hard!”
As she spoke, she felt something hot and wet lapping gently around her entrance and then Reeve’s tongue was sliding inside her.
For a split second Nallah froze. She had so many bad memories of Harryx entering her roughly and hurting her as he shoved inside her. But Reeve’s tongue was gentle and it didn’t hurt a bit. And as he entered her, it was almost as though she could feel his love for her spreading from that one sweet spot where he had entered her and infusing the rest of her body with care and kindness and devotion.
Healing me, she thought. He really is healing me! And then her inner walls tightened around him and she felt herself coming again, her pleasure cresting for a second time as her nipples tightened into hard little points.
Reeve seemed to understand what was happening because he kept licking deeper into her, penetrating her gently but firmly with his tongue as he sucked and swallowed her juices. It felt as though he couldn’t get enough of her but finally, when Nallah moved away, he let her hips go and looked up into her face.
“That was amazing, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Was it all right for you? Did it feel okay to have my tongue in you?”
“More than okay,” Nallah admitted softly. “It…it made me want to try the other again. Can we, Reeve? Can we try to form the bond you talked about now?”
He frowned. “I don’t know, baby. The Goddess knows I’d love to be inside you and bond you to me but I don’t want you to feel hurt or scared.”
“I’m not hurt or scared any more,” Nallah said honestly. “Not even a little bit. Please, Reeve—I just want to try.”
“Well…” He sat up in bed so that his back was to the headboard.
Nallah moved to straddle him again, this time with her open pussy over his thick shaft.
“Please?” she begged softly.
At last he nodded.
“Okay, just try it, baby. I’ll lay back and let you take the lead. But if it feels bad or wrong, stop right away and pull off. All right?”
“I will,” Nallah promised. But something told her she wasn’t going to have to back off this time. She felt healed—whether it was the compound that Reeve had taken, or some kind of Kindred magic, or maybe just his love for her, she didn’t know. But she finally felt ready to be penetrated. As long as she took the lead, as Reeve had said.
Gripping his thick shaft in one hand, she positioned herself over him once more and let the broad head of his cock nudge gently into the mouth of her pussy.
“Careful, baby.” Reeve’s deep voice was slightly strained. “Just take it slow and easy.”
“I…I will,” Nallah whispered as she slid down a little further, feeling the entire thick head slip inside her. It felt good this time—not wrong or scary as it had before.
This is Reeve, she reminded herself. He loves me. He would never hurt me.
Bracing herself on his broad shoulders and looking into his midnight eyes, she lowered herself further, feeling the first part of his thick shaft stretch her entrance.
God, it felt so strange—strange but good, Nallah thought to herself. This was the first time she had ever been penetrated without pain. Oh, she could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate her lover’s thick shaft, but Reeve had prepared her well with his tongue, making her so wet and ready that his cock slid easily into place. Almost before she knew it, Nallah felt him bottom out inside her, the broad head pressing against the end of her channel.
“All the way in you now, baby,” Reeve murmured hoarsely. “Gods, you’re so tight and hot! How does it feel?”
“It feels…good.” Nallah shifted her hips, trying to get him seated more securely inside her and the resulting bolt of pleasure made both of them moan.
“Feels good to me too,” Reeve told her. “Why don’t you ride me a while, sweetheart? Pump your sweet little pussy on my cock. I’m not going to thrust until you ask me to.”
“You won’t?” Nallah couldn’t help feeling grateful for that. She knew that a man’s urge to thrust inside a woman was almost insurmountable once he got inside her. But she could tell Reeve was more than willing to delay his own gratification. Until he was certain she was comfortable and ready for him to thrust inside her, he wouldn’t move an inch.
“I won’t,” he promised, leaning forward to kiss her. Then, holding her eyes with his, he murmured, “Come on baby—fuck yourself on me.”
As always, Nallah loved his hot, dirty words and the burning gaze of his black eyes. With a little moan, she began to do as he said, working herself up and down on his shaft, feeling his thickness slip in and out of her as she rode him the way she needed to.
“Gods, that’s right, baby,” Reeve groaned. “Damn, you feel so good around me and you look so hot riding my cock, taking me all the way inside your sweet, wet pussy. Ride me—ride me hard.”
Bracing her hands on his broad shoulders, Nallah was more than happy to obey. God, she had never had sex like this—sex where she was in charge and it didn’t hurt a bit. There was only pleasure, no pain—only love and desire when she looked into Reeve’s eyes and saw him looking back at her, so full of need and devotion.
But though it felt incredible, she couldn’t help feeling that she needed more somehow.
“Reeve,” she panted, still working herself on his shaft. “Reeve, I want…I think I want you to…to thrust in me now. Please.”
“You sure, baby?” He put his big hands on her hips. “Sure you’re ready?”
“Yes…” Nallah bit her lip with the effort of working herself on him. “I can’t quite get you deep enough like this. I need…need more.”
“Then I’ll give you more, sweetheart. But slowly at first,” he told her. “And if you want me to stop, just say so.”
Nallah couldn’t imagine wanting him to stop—it felt too good to feel his thickness inside her for that.
“Just do it,” she gasped. “Please, Reeve, just thrust inside me—I need you to!”
“All right. Here we go, baby.” Reeve tightened his grip on her hips and effortlessly caught her rhythm. His thrusts were shallow at first until Nallah dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders and begged him to go deeper…and then deeper still.
With a low groan, his hips rolled upward and Nallah moaned breathlessly as she felt him strike bottom inside her with a deep thrust that sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body.
Yes, she thought deliriously. Oh, yes—this is what it’s supposed to feel like! It’s supposed to be all about pleasure and love—not pain and hurt.
As the thought passed through her mind, she felt the broad pad of Reeve’s thumb slipping between her open folds to find her swollen clit.
“Getting close, baby,” he told her, his deep voice grating with desire. “Getting close to coming deep in your pussy. Do you think you can come with me? Come one more time?”
Nallah wouldn’t have believed it possible but at his soft, hot words and the pleasure he was giving her, she felt her body gearing up for another orgasm.
“Yes,” she breathed, rolling her hips in time with his. “Yes, Reeve—please, yes. I want to come with you—want to feel you coming inside me and bonding me to you forever.”
This time it was her words that seemed to trigger his pleasure. He groaned and Nallah felt his shaft swell even thicker within her. Then his thumb slipped over her swollen clit again and, as the first hot spurt of his seed filled her to drench the entrance of her womb, she felt her pussy clenching around him, as though encouraging to him come in her again.
Spurt after spurt of his seed filled her and Nallah moaned wordlessly and leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth.
She never would have been so bold with Harryx but then, he had never truly loved her—not as Reeve did. To her husband on Hascion Five she had been nothing but an object. Reeve saw her as a person—a woman to be loved and cherished and protected.
It made all the difference.
As the pleasure finally ebbed to a gentle wave, she felt a connection to the big Kindred that seemed unshakable—permanent—and it filled her with joy.
“It is permanent,” murmured a deep voice in her head. “You’re mine now, baby and I’m yours. No one can ever separate us. We belong to each other.”
“Reeve?” she gasped out loud and then she realized what had happened. “It’s the bond,” she blurted. “The bond—it formed between us! I can hear you in my head.” “Can you hear me?” she added, thinking to him as hard as she could.
Reeve laughed and hugged her tight.
“Of course I can hear you, sweetheart. We’re bonded now. We’re going to be hearing a lot of each other from now on.”
Emotion overwhelmed Nallah and sudden tears filled her eyes. She started to try and hold them back from force of habit but then she reminded herself she didn’t have to. For the first time in her life, she could let her tears flow and not fear punishment or retribution.
“Cry if you need to, baby.” Reeve cradled her in his arms and kissed her wet cheeks tenderly. “I know—it’s a lot to take in.”
“It is but…it’s wonderful.” Nallah laughed through her tears. “You’re wonderful Reeve. I’m so glad you found me.”
“And I’m glad you accepted me—especially after finding out I was some male you didn’t even know pretending to be your husband.” he returned, stroking her hair from her face. “I know how strange that must have seemed to you.”
“Only at first,” Nallah told him. “Then I realized how different you were from Harryx—and how much I love you,” she added shyly.
“I love you too, so much, Nallah.” Reeve gave her a long, sweet kiss and then looked into her eyes. “Thank you, sweetheart for being brave. For taking a chance and loving a stranger.”