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  Nallah wasn’t sure if she wanted Reeve to notice her new exposure or not. The idea of forming a bond with the big Kindred was still uppermost in her mind, although he had told her that tonight would be only about healing her.

  Could she stand to have him in her, his thick shaft thrust deep in her pussy? She had wanted such a thing, back when he was pretending to be Harryx—had even hoped it would happen. But that was before the real Harryx came back and shattered the trust that had grown in her heart while Reeve was controlling his body. She still felt fragile after what had happened with her husband—his betrayal and the way she had…

  But no, Nallah wouldn’t let herself think of the past now. She wanted to be here in the present with Reeve.

  I’ll let him heal me, she told herself firmly. That’s enough for now. We can think about…other things later.

  So telling herself, she leaned into Reeve’s gentle touch when he cupped her face and tilted her right cheek forward.

  “Gonna heal you now, baby,” he murmured. “At least, I’m going to try.”

  “All right. Yes, Reeve…please heal me,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

  For a moment she felt only Reeve’s warm breath on her scarred cheek. Then she felt the warm, wet brush of his tongue against her flesh and a shiver went though her entire body.

  “Oh…” she whispered as the gentle stroking went on. “Reeve that feels so good.” In fact, the tender way he was laving her cheek with his tongue reminded her of the way he had licked other parts of her in the past…parts which were feeling tingly and open and vulnerable right now.

  Nallah wished she could press her thighs together to hide the way her pussy was getting wet and swollen but she was straddling Reeve’s thighs and couldn’t do anything about her growing arousal. She remembered how Olivia had said things could get “intense” when your man healed you. Maybe this was what she had meant.

  He stopped licking for a moment and murmured, “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. And I think…I think it’s working.”

  “Is it?” Nallah couldn’t keep the hopeful excitement out of her voice. She wanted so much to be healed of the ugly purple scars on her cheeks. “Can I see?”

  “Just let me do a little more and then I’ll get the other side,” Reeve told her. “I don’t want you to look until I’m done. Okay?”

  “All right,” Nallah agreed obediently, though she was brimming with impatience. “Yes, Reeve.”

  “You don’t always have to do what I say, you know, sweetheart.” There was a slight frown in his voice. “My word isn’t law—you can rebel sometimes if you want or argue with me. I don’t mind.”

  Nallah bit her lip. All her life she had been trained to obey men and take their word as law. Now here was Reeve telling her she didn’t always have to listen to him that way—that she could actually talk back to him with no consequences. It was a strange thought…but a very liberating one.

  “Thank you,” she said, smiling at him. “I may, um, rebel some in the future. But for now I will be patient oh my…Reeve,” she ended.

  He chuckled softly, a rumbling sound which came from deep in his chest and seemed to shake her whole body.

  “You’re having a hard time just saying my name, aren’t you? Instead of ‘oh, my husband.’”

  “Well…it is the proper form of address for the male who owns you,” Nallah pointed out breathlessly.

  Reeve’s dark face grew serious.

  “Nallah, baby—I don’t own you. You’re your own person now—nobody is ever going to own you again but you.”

  “Oh,” Nallah said in a small voice.

  “But if you’d like us to belong to each other,” Reeve continued, “I could definitely get on board with that. In fact, I’d love to belong to you baby, if you want to belong to me, too.”

  “Belonging and owning are…two different things?” Nallah asked.

  He nodded. “For me, they are, anyway. Belonging means mutual respect and affection and trust—I want that with you, Nallah.” He looked into her eyes. “And if you want it with me, I’d be happy to join with you—marry you. Then you could call me, ‘oh my husband’ for real.”

  “Even…” Nallah bit her lip. “Even without the bond you spoke about?”

  He nodded. “Even without it. I want to be with you, baby. Will you marry me?”

  Nallah thought about protesting that there was no one to sell her to him and sign the bill of ownership. But then she remembered she owned herself now—why could she not make her own decision about marrying the big Kindred?

  “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, Reeve, I would like to marry you very much.”

  “Good,” he growled softly. “Then let me finish healing you, baby and we can talk about how you want the ceremony. I know females have their own ideas about that kind of thing.”

  “All right.” Settling more comfortably against him, Nallah leaned her cheek forward and allowed him to finish on the right side before he turned to the left.

  As before, the feeling of his warm tongue bathing her face sent shivers of desire through her. Shifting her hips restlessly, she gasped a little when something hard and hot poked against her open pussy through the see-through pink panties.

  Glancing down, she saw that a long, hard ridge of flesh had appeared in the black fabric of Reeve’s sleep trousers. When she had settled more deeply into his lap, the thick bulge had pressed against her spread pussy.

  The position they were in reminded her of the Ritual where Reeve had rubbed against her without ever actually penetrating her pussy with his cock. A surge of desire went through her and without thinking about it, she sank a little lower in his lap and tilted her hips back and forth, getting more contact with his hard shaft and her tender inner pussy. It felt especially good when she pressed her throbbing clit against his cock.

  Before she quite knew how it had happened, Nallah’s hips were moving of their own accord, setting up a rhythm as she ground her spread pussy against his rigid shaft. God, it felt so good—she never wanted to stop.

  Up until now, Reeve hadn’t commented on what she was doing—he was still apparently engrossed in healing her cheek. But finally he gave a low sound that was half aroused, half amused.

  “Mmm…enjoying yourself, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “You like grinding that hot little pussy against my cock?”

  Nallah felt a new burst of desire rush through her at his soft, dirty words.

  “Y-yes,” she moaned breathlessly. “Yes, Reeve, I do. It feels…feels so good.”

  “Enjoy yourself then,” he murmured and his mouth moved lower, leaving her cheek to lap and kiss the sensitive side of her throat. “Gods, you taste so good,” he murmured, one big hand finding and cupping her breast.

  New shivers were running through her body and Nallah’s pussy was so wet that her panties were damp and sticking to her. Suddenly she didn’t want them in the way anymore—or Reeve’s sleep trousers either.

  The nice thing about the pink panties that went with the babydoll nighty was that they also had ties which held them on—one on either hip. Quickly, Nallah pulled the strings, releasing the bows. Lifting up for a minute, she pulled the pink fabric away and tossed it to one side, baring her pussy for her man. Then she reached for the waistband of his trousers and began tugging it down.

  His cock, when it was finally revealed, was long and hard and capped with a broad, dusky head. It felt hot and heavy, the skin silky and heated in Nallah’s hand. Suddenly the way Reeve was kissing her neck and slowly rolling her nipples between his fingers was too much for her. She wanted him in her now.

  Reeve had been letting her do pretty much whatever she wanted to him as he healed her cheeks and kissed her neck. But when Nallah fit the broad head of his cock to her slippery pussy entrance, he stopped licking and sucking her neck and frowned at her.

  “Maybe you’d better stop that, sweetheart. Don’t want you to feel hurt or scared, okay?”

  “I’m not scared…much.” Na