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  “Well…then my mind aligned with yours.” He shrugged. “The moment we began Dream Sharing, I knew I couldn’t leave Terra for the Mother Ship. I had to stay here—it was the only way to have you—though you did not want me.” He sighed. “I see now, that I should not have used the law to force you to Join with me. But I was so sure I could make you love me—so certain that in time, you would come to me.”

  “I’m with you now,” Caroline whispered. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down for another long, achingly sweet kiss. God, his mouth was so hot and perfect! He tasted faintly of cinnamon or some other spice she couldn’t name—she only knew it made her want him desperately.

  “Tell me more,” she murmured breathlessly when the kiss broke at last. “Tell me what comes after the Holding Time and The Bathing Time.”

  His eyes were half-lidded with need and they almost seemed to glow in the dim room.

  “The Tasting Time.” His voice was a hoarse, needful growl. “The time that every Kindred male longs for.”

  “The…the Tasting Time?” Caroline stuttered uncertainly. She felt like her heart was trying to hammer its way right out of her chest. “What do you mean? Where do you…do you taste her? There?” She nodded down to her bare breasts, where his big hand still stroked lightly over her nipples.

  “Sometimes.” Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he ducked his head and sucked one tight nipple deep into his hot mouth.

  Caroline moaned and arched her back, mutely begging for more. Richard obliged her—sucking her deep and hard and then pulling back to lave her nipple with his hot tongue. He moved to her other peak then, nipping the tight little bud lightly in a way that made her gasp and grab his broad shoulders before giving it a soft, sucking kiss, as though to sooth the sharp little ache he had made.

  Moans and cries and pleas were falling from Caroline’s lips. She found she couldn’t keep still—she was writhing all over the place, her hips grinding against the bed as she pressed her thighs together to try and ease the ache growing in her swollen pussy.

  At last Richard pulled back, his eyes full of lust and need.

  “Gods, darling—I can smell your desire,” he growled softly.

  “You…you can?” Caroline wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not. “I…um…I don’t know why…how…”

  “I like it,” Richard assured her. “In fact, I love it—it draws me to you. Because here, my darling, is where I truly long to taste you.”

  His big hand slipped away from her breasts and slid slowly down her trembling belly until he found the V between her legs.

  As he cupped her, Caroline was acutely aware of the heat of his hand and the fact that the pantalets she had on were crotchless, though, because she had her legs closed, there was still fabric between them.

  Oh God, this was so wrong—she shouldn’t be doing this with another woman’s husband! Yet she couldn’t seem to make herself stop.

  “Richard,” she whispered, her voice shaky with need and uncertainty. “You mean you want to taste my…my…to taste me there?” she finished at last.

  “Gods yes—more than anything,” he growled hoarsely. “Your little nether region feels so soft and hot under my fingers—I can only imagine how it would be under my tongue.”

  Caroline wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about this. She’d only let a guy go down on her once—the time she’d almost had sex in grad school. Her lover had been trying to “make it good for her.” So he had gotten between her thighs and lapped her for quite a long time.

  It was this part of the encounter that had made Caroline decide to call the whole thing off. She felt nothing special when her lover was licking her—he might as well have been rubbing her with a warm, damp washcloth. It wasn’t unpleasant though, just unsettling and so very, very disappointing. She’d wanted so badly to feel something—to feel aroused—but it was like someone had given her entire body a shot of Novocaine—nothing he did made any difference. Eventually, she had asked him to stop trying.

  Would it be different if Richard did it? It was certainly different when he touched her—well, when he touched her breasts, anyway. But would that carry over to feeling his mouth on her as well as his hands?

  Caroline wasn’t sure she wanted to take a chance. What if her body wouldn’t respond correctly to the stimulus? And yet, she didn’t want him to stop touching her. She had an idea.

  “Show me,” she whispered, looking up at Richard. “With your hand, I mean. “Show me how you would…would do that. Show me how you would taste me.”

  “Do you truly want me to?” He looked into her eyes. “I told you once, Caroline, that I would not trespass where you did not want me.”

  “I want you,” Caroline assured him. “But slowly…gently. All right?”

  “I would never touch you with anything but gentleness and reverence” he murmured and bent to kiss her again. “Very well, spread your legs for me, my darling, and I will show you how I wish to taste you.”

  Obediently, Caroline opened her thighs. She felt the gap in the loose white linen pantalets at once and then his big, warm hand was cupping her naked pussy.

  “God!” she gasped softly as Richard stroked lightly over her neatly trimmed patch of curls.

  “So soft and warm,” he murmured in her ear. “If I were tasting you right now, my darling, I would rub my mouth and cheeks all over your soft little mound. I would savor your scent—bathe in it—and at the same time, mark you with my own scent so no other male would dare to come near you.”

  “You…you would?” Caroline whispered.

  He nodded. “Mmm-hmm. I love your scent.”

  “You smell really good too,” Caroline admitted. “I don’t know what cologne or aftershave or whatever it is you wear but it’s amazing.”

  He rumbled laughter. “I don’t wear any artificial perfumes. What you are smelling is my bonding scent.”

  “Bonding scent?” Caroline frowned, confused.

  “It’s a special scent my body makes just for you—to draw you to me.”

  “Well, it’s definitely working,” Caroline admitted. “Every time I smell it I just want to climb all over you!”

  He laughed again, a low deep sound that seemed to warm her all over.

  “I am glad to hear it.”

  “Tell me more,” she begged shamelessly. “Show me how you would…would taste me.”

  “Well, after I’d had my fill of your sweet scent and marked you with my own, I would spread you open.”

  As he murmured the words in her ear, she felt two long fingers stroke briefly over the outer lips of her pussy and then he was opening her, spreading her wide to reveal the aching button of her clit. She was overcome by a mixture of apprehension and need. Oh God, she shouldn’t be doing this—letting him do this—but she just couldn’t seem to stop.

  “And…and then what?” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Why then I would taste you,” he murmured. “I would probably start with a few gentle kisses here…” With one fingertip, he slipped into her wet folds and Caroline gasped to feel him slowly stroking around and around the swollen button of her aching clit, without ever once actually touching it. The indirect stimulation was driving her wild.

  “More!” she begged, thrusting her hips up to meet him. “Please, Richard—more.”

  “Mmm, my hungry little darling,” he murmured, his deep voice tinged with both amusement and lust. “Have you finally discovered how good it can be to give yourself to your husband?”

  “I…I think so.” Caroline clutched at his arm and arched her hips desperately. “Please, Richard—you’re driving me insane!”

  “Well, I would hope to be driving you wild with my tongue as well,” he murmured. “But eventually, I would go to where you needed me most.”

  As he spoke, the fingertip zeroed in on her clit, brushing lightly over the aching bud and sending sparks of fire through her veins.

  “Oh! Oh, Richard!” She moaned his n