“Say my name.” Hallan Pirro thrust into his life partner. Though they had been together less than one Tempore cycle, he already knew by the way his female gasped, how she lifted her hips, and held him tight that Amsen was close to her climax.

She pounded her fist into the bed. “I’m there.”

Rather than let her succumb, he slowed down, nearly pulled out. “Say it!”

“Ah!” She called out. “Hallan!”

When she wanted to go over the edge she sure was the obedient one. His own release upon him, he slammed into her. “Again!” This morning it seemed as if she forgot his name, in fact she seemed a little confused all around and dead set on throwing them off schedule. For once he gave into his wants and got her back among the bedding, reminded her of his name, and joined with her once more.

“Hallan! Hallan!” Her scream echoed through the space and her pulsing core drew him in even deeper.

“Amsen.” His own climax barreled over him. Consumed with the need to fill her, he ground his hips to hers and let go. Pure euphoria radiated through him at the ultimate moment of joining and he kissed her.

Their mouths opened, their tongues swirled around the other as he remained inside her, relishing in the last few flutters her body tickled down his cock.

“Oh.” She wiped her brow. “Oh wow.”

“I take it I’m a satisfactory partner?”

Her eyes still closed, she swallowed and nodded.

For a new partnership, he had to consider himself more than lucky that his female seemed to enjoy joining as much as he. In his time, he had heard horror stories about couples who were incompatible. Actually, it happened to him resulting in failed partnership, something definitely looked down upon. Never again did he want to experience having to hear the hushed whispers and points that resulted from a broken partnership, never again did he want to be the one who was looked down upon, never again did he want to that one who couldn’t make it work, the time waster. The Merging Time was critical in establishing their lives, and the next eight days would set the template for their union. Thus far, he and Amsen were doing magnificently. In the rare instance a couple parted, it was always during the Merging Time and it never boded well for either partner. They were considered a disgrace. He knew firsthand and he would do everything in his power to make sure it didn’t happen a second time.

“Look at me.” He brushed her hair away from her face.

Without hesitation she opened her eyes.

Yes, he had a beautiful partner indeed. Iridescent hair that ran halfway down her back, sweet features and large turquoise eyes all melded together to create a gorgeous female. After his first failed attempt at a partnership, he poured himself into his employment and bided his time waiting for the moment where he might secure another partner. At last the perfect opportunity found him and he made his arrangements with an upper crust family whose daughter was a bit late in making her commitments. It all worked out perfectly. “Kiss me.” He wanted, no he needed for her to be completely comfortable to do anything with him, even if it meant altering their schedule a bit. A lesson he learned too late before.

She bit her lip and looked down.

“Shy now?” He rolled his hips in a circle, reminding her they were still joined. “Kiss your life partner so we can start on our tasks.”

“What if I don’t want to start our tasks?” Her tone teased him.

“You know that’s not an option. We have a Union Ceremony to plan.” Oh, he had a little shooting star, a challenge, but his ceremony would outshine even a supernova by the time they were done. It would be a tribute to his success.

“Are you sure?” She curled her arm around his neck and pulled him down, giving him a soft kiss, a caress of their lips.

He thickened again, but while their schedule allowed for some flexibility, they still needed to work. “We have a lot to do. I have a whole list.”

A tiny smile fluttered across her face. “What would happen if you threw the list away?” She contracted her muscles along his length.

Though he tried to resist, he grew inside her.

She bucked her hips up to his. “Tell me, what’s on the list…Hallan?”

He found himself as hard as before they joined. “We need to start by making you comfortable in our home.”

“I’m not sure I could be more comfortable.” She scratched her nails down his back.

The pressure built and he rocked against her. “We are supposed to be learning about one another.”

She lifted her knees embedding him deeper inside her. “I would have to say at the moment I’m full disclosure.”

Arousal claimed him and he treated both of them to a series of long, hard strokes. “You need to learn about me.”

“All right.” Now she wrapped her legs around his hips. “What do I need to know?”

His breath hitched. “What do you know?”

“Consider me a blank slate.” She moved with him. “Tell me anything.”

This female was impossible to resist and he cupped her backside in his palm and plunged into her.

She grabbed his face and tightened her legs around him, slowing him down. “Hallan, tell me something.”

“Ah.” He couldn’t stop—he needed more, needed her deep, and was being prevented. “I work in the financial district, government monetary reports.”

“Lots of deadlines and schedules.” She held him fast.

He broke out into a sweat and nodded. “Amsen.”

“But right now none of that matters, right?” his partner asked.

“Matters?” In all truth he could barely think, he needed to release now.

“What matters most right now?” Her voice was light, as if she was asking him what he wanted to consume for their evening meal.

“This!” Unable to take any more of the pleasure-filled torture, he took hold of her legs, spread them apart and pounded into her.

With his impending climax, he shook, while everything around him disappeared into a blur except for his partner beneath him. “Amsen.”

“Hold on.” She arched her back. “Almost.”

“I can’t.” Control gone, he continued, harder and faster. His end came upon him suddenly and he slammed into her and let go, giving her everything.

“Yes!” Her release rippled over him.

Once more his body surged leaving him weak, hot and satisfied.

They lay together, catching their breath and coming down from the exhilaration.

“I take it I am also a satisfying partner?” She combed her fingers through his hair.

“To say the least.” He moaned and moved to her side, but kept her in his arms.

“Perhaps we should take a rest?” She curled up next to him.

Slumber wanted to overtake him, but somehow he found the strength to shake his head. “We are completely behind schedule.”

“Are we?” She covered them up.

He lay back among the pillows. His partner was a challenge, one who wanted to indulge. At getting another glance at the time, he tore the bedding away. “We are.” They had to make the best use of their time.