Nikhil(55)

"Not for all, but for me... yes."

"Oh, so how many males have you been...”

"None, alright? None." She rolled away from him, meaning to get out of bed only to find herself suddenly flat on her back, with Nikhil straddling her thighs and her wrists being pulled over her head.

"I would be your first?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers and saw it was true. The feeling it gave him knowing that not only would he be her first but her only, had him hardening with need and desire.

"Yes," she whispered, looking up at him. While he straddled her low on her thighs, he wasn't resting his weight on them or making her feel restricted. It was more like he was corralling them, allowing her to move but only so much. She also didn't feel overwhelmed by his massive size looming over her. He was so much larger than her that while her arms were stretched out, his were barely extended.

"This is what you were offering me earlier today, the one thing you had gifted to no other, and I was more concerned about kissing."

"You didn't know."

"I do now." His gaze traveled over her face, a face that was growing more beautiful to him every time he looked at it. "Do you still offer that to me, Mackenzie? That thing most sacred to you, that thing you can only give once, the one that would make you mine and only mine?" He watched as uncertainty filled her eyes and felt his heart clench. Did she no longer wish to give him her most sacred gift? "Mackenzie?"

"You don't see it that way. You...”

"You think I don't value what is sacred to you?" he asked quietly, bringing his face closer to hers. "What you have offered to no other male? I do, Mackenzie, because I offered the same thing to you with my first kiss."

"So we will be each other’s first, in our own way, even if it's not our culture's way."

"Yes."

"Then kiss me, Nikhil. I want to experience that incredible feeling again."

"Oh, I plan on kissing you, my Mackenzie, all of you." His eyes searched hers. "Are you alright with that?"

"As long as I get the chance to do the same thing," she countered and saw his glowing eyes flare slightly. "Why are you holding my wrists?"

"Because you challenge my control when you touch me." Shifting his grip, so both of her delicate wrists were now in one hand, he allowed his other to trail down her arm. He hated the way the sleeve of his storm covering prevented him from reaching her smooth, silky skin, but he could still feel her warmth and the slightest of tremors. "Am I frightening you, Mackenzie?"

"No," she whispered, surprised to find it was true. She'd never expected that, not after the way the Zaludians had restrained her. But this was Nikhil, and this was different.

Nikhil nodded, then allowed his hand to continue its journey down along her collarbone and the edge of the covering where it met her neck. He wanted to grip the covering and rip it away, exposing her beautiful skin, but knew it was impossible even with his great strength, for the material was made to survive in the harshest of conditions. It was impenetrable to anything but the sharpest of blades.

Knowing there was only one way to remove it, he allowed his hand to continue exploring her form, cupping the small, firm breast the material so perfectly molded. He loved the way it seemed to welcome his touch and how the dusty rose nipple he'd seen in the shower was pebbling up through the material, begging for more.

Lowering his head, he gave it more, sucking the taut nipple deep into his mouth through the material and flicking it with his tongue. Slowly pulling away, he kept the nipple in his mouth for as long as he could, his tongue circling it until finally it popped out from between his lips.

The corner of his mouth jerked into a small, arrogant, self-satisfied smile hearing his Mackenzie moan and seeing the wet mark his mouth had left on her breast. He wanted it on her skin.

While his mouth was teasing her nipple, his hand moved down over her lower abdomen, his fingers spreading out to massage the firm flesh he found there. Knowing there was still more to discover, his hand moved along the outside of her thigh, and finally he reached warm, silky, bare skin. Lifting his gaze to hers, he watched her carefully as his hand slid up her thigh, his calloused thumb running along the softer inner skin, taking the fabric with it. Reaching the juncture between her thighs, he veered off, sliding the covering up and over one hip.

"Nikhil...”

"Patience, Little One. I told you I wanted to kiss all of you. Leave your hands over your head." His gaze was filled with promise as he waited for her nod of agreement. When she gave it, he slowly released her wrists and his second hand slid down her body until it reached the other side of her covering and pulled it up. Her hips instinctively lifted and the covering settled around her waist.