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“Easy. You need to be very ready, so very ready.”

She wanted to scream in frustration. But he was right. She trusted him to make this good for both of them so she lay back and let him continue his touches as he wanted, letting the sensations course through her and prolong the hunger gnawing at her. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t do a little touching of her own.

Raising her hands, she began to stroke him lightly. Her fingertips grazed over his shoulders and she raked her fingernails down his back. With the first pass, Valya threw his head back, rumbling at the thrilling feeling of her hands upon him as he dove back into their kiss, ravenous for her taste, greedy for all he could take.

She continued her strokes, enjoying the velvety steel of his skin, marveling at the similarities and differences in their bodies as her hands roved over his frame. She traced figure eights in his lower back, knowing

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how much Valya liked the tickling sensation by his broadcasted thoughts, not to mention with every push of his lower body against her.

She wanted to reach even lower, to lay her hands on his rear and feel those muscles clench as he moved, but she was met with frustration.
He still
has his pants on
.

He chortled.
“I can take care of that for you, my love.”

He startled her with how quickly he stood, as impatient as she for the feel of their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he popped the button and undid the zipper. She watched avidly as he peeled the skintight leather over his derriere and over his muscular thighs to kick them aside. When he finally stood before her in all his glory, her eyes grew wide in fascination.

“Oh…my.”

“Yeah,”
he drawled lazily as a corner of his mouth curled and he gave her a lopsided grin. She knew he was large, having had
that
part of his anatomy pressed so intimately against her, but she had no idea.

His hand encompassed the base of his cock, leisurely stroking his thick member as his gaze rolled over her supine figure like water over stones in a river. The crown was an angry ruddy color and glistened as a tiny pearl formed at the tip and trickled over the head. Mouth watering, Richelle merely stared transfixed as he stroked himself again, squeezing just behind the head on the upstroke. Another bead formed and lingered at the tip.

If I just licked that drop off the tip, would I like how he tastes?
Richelle gasped at her brazen thoughts, her eyes flying to his, searching for…she didn’t know what. She had never had such thoughts before. Oh, she had seen naked men before. She had graduated medical school. But beyond the anatomical and analytical study of a man’s body, she didn’t know what to do.

“Do not worry, my love. There is nothing you could do that would
displease me. It can only bring me joy. As I intend to give to you joy.”

“Oh, Valya.” Her heart was full to bursting as tears of happiness formed in her eyes. Valya took a step forward, wanting to bask in the warmth of her gaze and take her in his arms until she became a flame burning bright with their love. He was going to give her the world, his world, to hold in the palm of her hand, to play with as she wished or to treasure as he would always treasure her.

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But he needed things from her first: her acceptance, of him and his people; her permission, in the blood ritual binding them together; and her blessing, on their union and for the eternity they would be together. All of it would be meaningless without her happiness. He would rather face the dawn than do anything to bring her pain. He had to be sure that this was what
she
wanted.

He took a step forward, holding her gaze with every step. His hands were fisted at his sides as he took another step toward their bed. His cock was heavy and hard as granite, impressively pointing directly at the object of his desire lying in wait, unconsciously rubbed her legs together. His nostrils flared when he caught scent of her heady arousal, but he was firmly resolved to have the words he needed to hear.

“Do you accept this, Richelle, of your own free will? Do you accept me as your life mate?”

“Yes.” No questions. No hesitation. The time for virginal misgivings were long gone. This was what she wanted. To be with Valya. To be part of his world. “Valya, come to me. You
are
my life mate. Take me as yours.”

Valya’s body throbbed with need at her declaration. His dark eyes became golden with the fire of desire. Placing his hands on the edge of the bed, he placed his knee between her legs, nudging them apart. His eyes flitted back and forth from her curious expression to the glistening red-gold curls hiding her most precious treasure.

He moved down her body. “Spread your legs for me.”

She gave a little.

He moved down a bit more, his nostrils flaring as he caught the musky scent. “A little more.”

She gave a little more.

“That’s it.” Her nether lips spread, her nub peeked out from its hiding place. “So pretty,” he murmured before he lowered his head and swiped at her clit with his tongue. She jumped at his touch, never,
never
expecting he would want to put his mouth
there
.

“Oh, yes. I want to taste you everywhere.”

To prove his point, he swiped at her clit again and again as her hips wriggled away from him.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled. His fingers flexed into her hips and he pulled her toward him. He used his mouth and tongue alternately to delight

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her delicate tissues. Like a ripe and succulent peach, he lapped up her juices as they spilled from her, licking every drop that trickled from her clit to her perineum. And when she was licked clean, he thrust his tongue deeply into her vagina, his hands holding her in place as he dined on her sweet nectar.

Richelle twisted and squirmed at the pleasure Valya was giving her. It was both marvelous and frightening, the vibrations pulsing through her.

When she couldn’t push away, she ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing his long locks to pull him away. She was no match for his strength. He simply growled at her feeble attempt and continued to devour her pussy with hungry slurping and sucking sounds. Each pass of his tongue opened her a little more to him, allowing her to prepare her passage so she would feel no pain in his complete possession.

Richelle fingered the strands of his hair, enjoying the contrary differences between the feel of his silky hair and the strength of his solid muscles, and she reveled in each. She opened herself to every nuance, every sensation as Valya plied her body masterfully. The fluttering she had felt in her womb when Valya kissed her had blossomed into an all-consuming ache, a need for fulfillment she didn’t understand and didn’t know how to reach.

“Help me, Valya.”

“Just a little more. And then you will know true ecstasy.”

“Oh, please, oh, please, please,” she moaned.

“Just a little more. Give me just a little more.”

With desperate pants and a slow gyration of her hips, she gave him everything he wanted. He licked faster, delved deeper, and then she felt his finger probing and parting her folds. As he inserted his finger, she felt her tight walls giving, accepting the invader easily. And then she felt him add a second finger, flexing within her, going deeper and deeper.

Richelle was mindless with sensations bombarding her from every side.

His mind linked with hers escalated every sensation. Slow and steady, his fingers continued their questing search, stilling when they brushed against the thin membrane attesting her womanly virtue. He growled, triggering a fresh rush of cream that he consumed voraciously.

He stroked faster, lashing her clit with his tongue as she writhed in magnificent agony and combed her fingers through his hair, drawing him

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closer. Her mind connected with his and he coaxed her with loving words of encouragement and then his stern demands for her release.

“I can’t, Valya.” Her voice bordered on pain as she reached out, desperately trying to grasp the gift of ultimate bliss Valya offered.

“You can.”

“Oh, please. I can’t, I can’t!” Her body was bathed in sweat as she began to quiver under his unceasing ministrations.

“You will,”
he snarled. His tongue, mouth, and fingers worked in unison, unyielding in his demand, in his love for her. Settling his mouth over her clit, he sucked hard as she arched from the bed, her body convulsing with a mind-shattering, screaming orgasm.

And while she was in the throes of her first climax, he shoved his fingers into her grasping pussy, breaking her hymen. She felt no pain. Her mind barely registered what was happening. All she knew was clinging to his touch, his scent as she flew off an unknown precipice, trusting in him to catch her. And he was there, zealously and greedily drinking her cum as the imprint of centuries of ancestors fired his blood and loins.

“It is time,”
he declared. Richly generous, Valya used his wickedly delightful tongue to drive her up again, her body responding willingly, quicker now as he continued his amorous lessons in pleasuring her. Forcing himself to leave the nestled sanctuary between her thighs, Valya kissed and licked a trail to her thigh, his fingers continuing their thrusting as his thumb passed over the hood of her clit. He licked salty skin once, twice as his canines descended. And when he felt her on the verge of yet another orgasm, he sank his fangs into a femoral artery and drank deeply of her life’s essence.

At the moment he took his first drink of her blood, Richelle experienced a blinding orgasm, white-hot stars exploding behind her eyelids. She tried to pull away from the sheer rapture but was met with Valya’s immovable resolve when he slipped his free hand under her thigh. Holding her to his mouth, he swallowed her red nectar. His cock became engorged to the point of pain as her blood flowed through him

“I need you, Richelle. Let me love you.”

“Yes, Valya. Oh, yes.”

Valya lapped at the tiny pinpricks, sealing the wound as he pulled his fingers from her gripping vagina, stroking the slick walls to capture more of

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her dewy juices. Languorously opening her eyes, she watched as he sucked those fingers into his mouth, enjoying every last drop of her cum before he began crawling up her body.

Her heart raced at the stark want reflected in the mysterious depths of his eyes alive with the flames of passion. When he completely covered her body, he paused for a moment, savoring the feel of her body molding to his, made only for him. And then gingerly, as if she were made of fragile crystal, he brought his lips to hers.

Their kiss was soul wrenching, and he aligned their bodies for his possession. His steely rod nudged her mound, sliding easily along her dripping slit. Mimicking the movements of making love, she hissed every time the head of his cock caressed her, high on her mound. He was driving them both mad, each desperate for this moment in time when their lives would merge as one.

When they both had been driven to the brink of insanity, he grasped his ready cock by the base and placed the head against the mouth of her vagina.

He held himself in place and cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Richelle. Now, and for all eternity.”

Her breathing stilled as she placed her hands over his. Her heart was filled to overflowing. Growing up, her gifts made being a part of everyday life a series of luckless moments and unfulfilled hopes. She believed that she would have to be happy with her life tending to her animal friends and watching others find love and have relationships and children. She dared not dream of those things for herself, having lost everyone who ever meant anything to her.

But now, there was Valya. And she acknowledged his presence in her life as destiny. She wanted to spend eternity loving him, experiencing life as it came to them…both good and bad. She wanted this. She wanted him.

Desperately. She would die without him. She would die for him. But at this moment in time, the past was dead, and there was only a future filled with life and love.

“I love you, Valya. With all my heart. Take me. Make love with me.”

Valya needed no more urging, and his cock slipped easily into her pussy, his gaze holding hers. He wanted to see the look in her eyes as they were joined completely, pelvis to pelvis.

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Man to woman.

Heart and soul.

He slid in a few inches and withdrew. He pushed forward a few more inches, his thick root parting her moist walls with every thrust. He planted quick, searing kisses on her lips as her hands rested upon his shoulders.

She closed her eyes, trying to ease the bubbling cauldron of emotions churning within her. Valya nipped the fullness of her lower lip, and her eyes flew open.

“Watch,
mio dusa.
Watch and feel us joined.”

She nodded wordlessly and he continued to advance, each lunge setting him deeper and deeper. Her head fell back in a silent groan, her mouth open and eyes slumberous, but still holding his luminous gaze. He pulled back so only the head remained within her, and with a mighty lunge, he breached the last of her resistance and seated himself to the hilt in her tight sheath.

His balls nestled against the rounded contours of her ass. Her vagina pulsed around him like tiny kisses worshiping his manhood as he held himself motionless, delighting in the warmth of her welcoming passage.

Slowly, carefully, he began an age-old rhythm in a measured cadence orchestrated for lovers dancing to a private tune and escaping into a world all their own.

His body weighed upon her, her engorged nipples stabbing into his chest as he took her mouth in a silky kiss. The taste, the feel of her made him delirious. He loved her, each thrust of his cock was strong and steady. He pulled back from their kiss with a load groan as his body shuddered.

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