by Jaide Fox
Maura grabbed him from behind, holding his arms, pressing her cheek against his back. He was a wounded soul, like she was. He didn’t know anything about a woman, other than giving and taking pleasure. How stupid she’d been! He didn’t know a woman craved communication and love, understanding. How could he when he’d never been given the chance, never had an opportunity to explore a relationship. She was most likely the first he’d ever had.
“Was…was I your first woman?” she asked, rubbing her face against his hard, immovable back.
A shudder rippled through him. “I had one once, when I was barely a man. But no more after that. Much of our race has been enslaved, and the women are as prized as the men. Don’t touch me. You make it…too…hard.”
She sighed, moving around him to face him. She looked up at him, saw sadness and pain etched across his face. She’d misunderstood so much. He was beastly, yes, but he needed healing and guidance to grow into the man he should become. “Make what too hard?” she asked, bringing her hand up to touch his face.
He flinched at the tender touch like some wild animal. “To let you go,” he said, his voice the barest whisper.
“You don’t want me to go?”
“It’s taking all my control to keep from tearing that gown off you and ravishing your brains out all over that bed. I need you. Too much. No. I don’t want to let you go.”
A dam burst inside her. She hadn’t realized how much alike they were, how much they both needed each other. Had lust turned to something more without either one of them realizing it? “What are you waiting for?” she asked, wetting her lips with her tongue.
“What are you trying to say?” he asked, dropping her case on the floor and staring down at her with a look in his eyes that mixed hope and fear.
“If you think you can love me and my mind, not just my body, I will stay with you,” Maura said, feeling breathless.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her against him. “I am willing to try, if you are willing to teach me.”
She smiled, tipping her face up. “That’s all I needed to hear,” she murmured, stretching up on her toes to kiss him with all the fervor she felt in her soul.
He tensed, surprised to have her come to him, but the muscles of his arms and chest relaxed as he realized she wanted to remain with him.
Maura kissed him eagerly, projecting her hungry craving into the kiss. He tasted her, felt her desire, true desire for him for the first time. Not some coaxed lust that he’d demanded of her. This willing surrender turned him on and set fire to his blood.
He’d never experienced the like before, and drank her essence as if his life depended upon it.
She urged him backward, guiding him toward the bed. His knees met the mattress and he fell back with a grunt. She was on top of him before he could recover, unbuttoning his pants and refusing to relinquish the kiss.
She ate his mouth greedily, sucking his tongue, pushing his pants off him and freeing his erection. She seemed starved for his touch. Eagerly, he stroked her back and breasts, ripping the gown off her and baring her skin for his needy palms. He wanted to touch her everywhere, couldn’t move fast enough to satisfy them both.
Maura moaned into his mouth, straddling his waist with her bare thighs. He felt the moist heat of her sex grinding against his cock. The torture of her nearness was nearly unbearable. He’d never thought to feel such lust. Having her willing body consuming him was too hot, too raw. He thought he’d explode before she even enveloped him in her warmth.
Grabbing his cock, she tore her mouth from his and nibbled his jaw, guiding him inside her wet channel. The moment that slick mouth swallowed his cock, he knew he was lost. His mind splintered as sensation buffeted him.
She ground herself on him, riding him hard, driving their need to increasing heights. She was hungry and desperate, touching him, scratching his chest and nipples with her nails, eating his jaw and throat. He never knew she could be so wild. He succumbed to her, felt the jerking of her orgasm as her sweet cunt milked his cock.
Her spasms took hold of him and he found release deep within her womb, driving his hips up to greet her until ever last drop of semen had expended into her and still, he wished he’d had more.
Raker’s heart thundered in his chest, refusing to calm when she lay on top of him, stroking him lazily with her fingers and kissing him as if he belonged only to her.
This was what he’d been missing and hadn’t realized it. He’d thought bending her will was what he’d been after, but he hadn’t known how wrong he was.
“I love you, Raker. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was because you saved me from certain death and taught me not to be ashamed of my desires,” she murmured, kissing and nibbling his chest and playing in the hair there.
Raker stroked her long brown hair, feeling his heart continue to pound with excitement. Love and desire. He’d never thought to have it, even if it was only for a brief time. To have it now made him soar. “I love you, Maura Nephrite. I believe I shall enjoy your teachings very much.”
She chuckled, and for the first time in his memory, he felt his world was finally as it should be.
