“Can’t sex be comforting?” he heard Nadiah ask, and realized she’d heard him through the link all married Kindred share with their wives.
“Sorry,” Rast said out loud, shifting again. “Look, I didn’t mean…I know this isn’t the time or the place. I just…I pretty much always want you. No matter what the circumstances are or how damn inappropriate it is. I just…want you,” he ended lamely.
“I want you too.” Nadiah looked up at him, her deep blue-green eyes blazing intently into his. “I want you to take me, Rast. To make me forget.” She pressed closer to him and kissed him, a sweet, hungry kiss that made his heart race and his cock stiffen even more in the uncomfortable pants. At least he didn’t have to wear any shirt…the wings that had grown during his transformation precluded one.
“Take me, Rast,” she whispered through their link. “Take me as you never have before—make it…make it hard and good and most of all, thorough. Wipe that horrible picture out of my mind and replace it with something else. Please!”
“Nadiah? Sweetheart?” he said uncertainly, breaking the kiss. “Are you…sure about this?”
Slowly, she nodded. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. Please, Rast, I…I need to feel you inside me. Take me.”
He couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she was, in this moment of need and determination. Couldn’t help seeing how her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and her lips red from their kiss. Not to mention the way one thin strap of her tharp had fallen down, baring the full curve and ripe pink point of her left breast. Suddenly, he wanted her—wanted her fiercely and so badly he thought he would die if he didn’t have her.
In the past, there had been nothing but tenderness between them, but Rast wanted something different now, something that went beyond tenderness and deep into passion. He sensed that Nadiah wanted it too. She wanted—no, needed—something different. Something to take her mind off the ugliness they’d just seen and put her in a totally different headspace.
Rast wanted to give it to her but at the same time he didn’t want to hurt or frighten her. Nadiah had been a virgin when they first came together and she was still quite innocent in many ways. Up until now their lovemaking had always been extremely gentle, face-to-face, filled with whispered words of caring and encouragement. So how—
Suddenly, he knew. Knew how he could take her mind off her ex-fiance’s horrible death and give her pleasure without going too far or getting too extreme. A little something new, that was all they needed. Something Nadiah had never experienced before.
“Turn over,” he said, letting his voice sink to a low, commanding growl. “Turn over and get on your hands and knees.”
“What?” Nadiah looked at him, obviously a little unsure.
“You heard me.” Rast cupped her chin firmly and frowned into her eyes. “Do as I told you. Turn over.”
Trembling a little, Nadiah did as he insisted, getting onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. The thin fabric of the tharp showed Rast a clear view of her breasts in silhouette, hanging like ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked. He felt his cock surge again—God she was beautiful! Sometimes he still couldn’t believe she was his. It was that feeling of disbelief, of being the luckiest man in the universe as much as his desire for her that made him want to mark her again and again and again, to fill her with his cock and his cum and make her his forever.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “So absolutely gorgeous.” He ran both hands over her back, the dip of her hips, the curve of her ass, and felt her shiver against him.
“Rast…please. I need—”
“I know what you need. And believe me, I’m going to give it to you, sweetheart,” he told her sternly. “Now let’s just make this…go away.” As he spoke, he stroked the tharp which parted obediently under his hand and fell away, leaving Nadiah completely naked.
“Rast!” she gasped, half turning but he shook his head and put a hand on her lower back, holding her in place.
“Stay just like you are. I’m not nearly done with you yet, sweetheart.”
“But…what are you going to do?” Nadiah objected.
Rast didn’t answer with words. He shucked off his too-tight pants and boots, getting naked himself. Then, kneeling behind her, he covered her slender body with his own, much larger one. He felt Nadiah shiver beneath him as he pressed his chest to her back. The thick shaft of his cock pressed against the cleft of her buttocks, and she moaned softly in the back of her throat.