apart enough to fit his hips, and gently entered her. Her pussy tightly encased his cock and pure pleasure was found with the joining.

He rocked his hips, moving inside her, relishing the moans he drew from her lips. She belonged to him—and he was never going to let her go.

It amazed him that one female could mean so much to him, but Venice did. She made him happy, made him feel such amazing emotions and physical delight. Then he stopped thinking altogether, lost in the way their bodies fit together and the urge to spill his seed inside her.

He bent his head, buried his face against her throat, and came so hard it seemed to splinter him in two. Venice clung, wrapped around him, and he remembered to be careful not to crush her with his weight. She was smaller and fragile. He rolled a little, keeping their bodies locked together, and smiled against her skin.

He had a reason to be happy. Her name was Venice, and Deviant finally felt he had become a part of something wonderful. Her.

Chapter Seven

Venice laughed, curled up next to Deviant on the bed. The small vid player had been set up feet away, hooked to the wall beside the bed. He’d kept his word and downloaded some programs for her. She’d chosen a comedy romance since he’d wanted to experience one with her. He chuckled too.

“Earthers are silly. It amazes me that the females can be drawn to a male who acts that way. He’s kind of scrawny and weak.”

She ran her hand over his biceps. “Not all men are created equal. You had some help there, muscles. He’s got a great sense of humor though. That’s why she’s attracted to him. The hunky guy in the beginning that she dated was a jerk.”

“He was. He treated her poorly. She should have decked him in the mouth.”

Venice grinned. “She probably wanted to avoid being sent to prison. He had high standing in society and she doesn’t.”

“He could have her arrested for that?”

“It’s an Earth thing. It’s why she fled. She was probably afraid she’d lose her temper and get payback.”

Deviant reached up, pausing the vid. She turned her head, peering into his eyes.

“I’d hope you’d punch me if I ever said things that hurt your feelings. You wouldn’t be arrested for it. I always want you to feel secure that you can be honest with me and not hold anything back, even anger.”

That surprised her. “You’re nothing like that jerk.”

“Do I make you laugh enough?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

He reached up to start the vid again but she caught his hand, stopping him. “Talk to me. What are you really thinking?”

He was silent for long seconds, his gaze taking in her face. “I am contemplating if you wish I were different. I don’t have a silly side the way the male does in the vid. The female in this story is falling in love with him for having that trait. You stated this was one of your favorites. That means you probably wish for a male to be more similar to him.”

Another piece of her melted. He was feeling insecure. “It’s one of my favorite stories because she had such a rough upbringing, and then found a man who makes her happy. She thought she’d be stuck having to marry that jerk and be miserable for the rest of her life. That’s the draw. It’s the fact that two people find each other and fall in love.”

He entwined his fingers with hers, breaking their gazes to examine their hands. She glanced down too, noticing the size and color variations. It was a beautiful thing to her. They were different but it felt so right being together, touching.

“You’re happy?”

She stared at his face but he avoided looking into her eyes. “Yes.”

“Good.”

“Are you?”

He met her gaze then. “Yes.”

She lifted up and freed her hand from his, climbing up on his chest and peering at him. “I’m so glad you found me, Deviant. I have no regrets.”

“Sometimes I catch a look on your face that reads as sadness to me. Am I wrong?”

“I can only think of one thing that makes me feel that way. Do you want me to tell you what it is?”

“Always.”

“One day, you’re going to tell me we’re over, and that I’m free.”

He appeared surprised.

“The thought hurts.”

He hugged her around her middle. “Why? You should look forward to your freedom. No one wants to be property.”

“I once thought that way too…but then