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  “I…I will,” Nallah whispered as she slid down a little further, feeling the entire thick head slip inside her. It felt good this time—not wrong or scary as it had before.

  This is Reeve, she reminded herself. He loves me. He would never hurt me.

  Bracing herself on his broad shoulders and looking into his midnight eyes, she lowered herself further, feeling the first part of his thick shaft stretch her entrance.

  God, it felt so strange—strange but good, Nallah thought to herself. This was the first time she had ever been penetrated without pain. Oh, she could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate her lover’s thick shaft, but Reeve had prepared her well with his tongue, making her so wet and ready that his cock slid easily into place. Almost before she knew it, Nallah felt him bottom out inside her, the broad head pressing against the end of her channel.

  “All the way in you now, baby,” Reeve murmured hoarsely. “Gods, you’re so tight and hot! How does it feel?”

  “It feels…good.” Nallah shifted her hips, trying to get him seated more securely inside her and the resulting bolt of pleasure made both of them moan.

  “Feels good to me too,” Reeve told her. “Why don’t you ride me a while, sweetheart? Pump your sweet little pussy on my cock. I’m not going to thrust until you ask me to.”

  “You won’t?” Nallah couldn’t help feeling grateful for that. She knew that a man’s urge to thrust inside a woman was almost insurmountable once he got inside her. But she could tell Reeve was more than willing to delay his own gratification. Until he was certain she was comfortable and ready for him to thrust inside her, he wouldn’t move an inch.

  “I won’t,” he promised, leaning forward to kiss her. Then, holding her eyes with his, he murmured, “Come on baby—fuck yourself on me.”

  As always, Nallah loved his hot, dirty words and the burning gaze of his black eyes. With a little moan, she began to do as he said, working herself up and down on his shaft, feeling his thickness slip in and out of her as she rode him the way she needed to.

  “Gods, that’s right, baby,” Reeve groaned. “Damn, you feel so good around me and you look so hot riding my cock, taking me all the way inside your sweet, wet pussy. Ride me—ride me hard.”

  Bracing her hands on his broad shoulders, Nallah was more than happy to obey. God, she had never had sex like this—sex where she was in charge and it didn’t hurt a bit. There was only pleasure, no pain—only love and desire when she looked into Reeve’s eyes and saw him looking back at her, so full of need and devotion.

  But though it felt incredible, she couldn’t help feeling that she needed more somehow.

  “Reeve,” she panted, still working herself on his shaft. “Reeve, I want…I think I want you to…to thrust in me now. Please.”

  “You sure, baby?” He put his big hands on her hips. “Sure you’re ready?”

  “Yes…” Nallah bit her lip with the effort of working herself on him. “I can’t quite get you deep enough like this. I need…need more.”

  “Then I’ll give you more, sweetheart. But slowly at first,” he told her. “And if you want me to stop, just say so.”

  Nallah couldn’t imagine wanting him to stop—it felt too good to feel his thickness inside her for that.

  “Just do it,” she gasped. “Please, Reeve, just thrust inside me—I need you to!”

  “All right. Here we go, baby.” Reeve tightened his grip on her hips and effortlessly caught her rhythm. His thrusts were shallow at first until Nallah dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders and begged him to go deeper…and then deeper still.

  With a low groan, his hips rolled upward and Nallah moaned breathlessly as she felt him strike bottom inside her with a deep thrust that sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body.

  Yes, she thought deliriously. Oh, yes—this is what it’s supposed to feel like! It’s supposed to be all about pleasure and love—not pain and hurt.

  As the thought passed through her mind, she felt the broad pad of Reeve’s thumb slipping between her open folds to find her swollen clit.

  “Getting close, baby,” he told her, his deep voice grating with desire. “Getting close to coming deep in your pussy. Do you think you can come with me? Come one more time?”

  Nallah wouldn’t have believed it possible but at his soft, hot words and the pleasure he was giving her, she felt her body gearing up for another orgasm.

  “Yes,” she breathed, rolling her hips in time with his. “Yes, Reeve—please, yes. I want to come with you—want to feel you coming inside me and bonding me to you forever.”

  This time it was her words that seemed to trigger his pleasure. He groaned and Nallah felt his shaft swell even thicker within her. Then his thumb slipped over her swollen clit again and, as the first hot spurt of his seed filled her to drench the entrance of her womb, she felt her pussy clenching around him, as though encouraging to him come in her again.

  Spurt after spurt of his seed filled her and Nallah moaned wordlessly and leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth.

  She never would have been so bold with Harryx but then, he had never truly loved her—not as Reeve did. To her husband on Hascion Five she had been nothing but an object. Reeve saw her as a person—a woman to be loved and cherished and protected.

  It made all the difference.

  As the pleasure finally ebbed to a gentle wave, she felt a connection to the big Kindred that seemed unshakable—permanent—and it filled her with joy.

  “It is permanent,” murmured a deep voice in her head. “You’re mine now, baby and I’m yours. No one can ever separate us. We belong to each other.”

  “Reeve?” she gasped out loud and then she realized what had happened. “It’s the bond,” she blurted. “The bond—it formed between us! I can hear you in my head.” “Can you hear me?” she added, thinking to him as hard as she could.

  Reeve laughed and hugged her tight.

  “Of course I can hear you, sweetheart. We’re bonded now. We’re going to be hearing a lot of each other from now on.”

  Emotion overwhelmed Nallah and sudden tears filled her eyes. She started to try and hold them back from force of habit but then she reminded herself she didn’t have to. For the first time in her life, she could let her tears flow and not fear punishment or retribution.

  “Cry if you need to, baby.” Reeve cradled her in his arms and kissed her wet cheeks tenderly. “I know—it’s a lot to take in.”

  “It is but…it’s wonderful.” Nallah laughed through her tears. “You’re wonderful Reeve. I’m so glad you found me.”

  “And I’m glad you accepted me—especially after finding out I was some male you didn’t even know pretending to be your husband.” he returned, stroking her hair from her face. “I know how strange that must have seemed to you.”

  “Only at first,” Nallah told him. “Then I realized how different you were from Harryx—and how much I love you,” she added shyly.

  “I love you too, so much, Nallah.” Reeve gave her a long, sweet kiss and then looked into her eyes. “Thank you, sweetheart for being brave. For taking a chance and loving a stranger.”

  Epilogue

  “Your face is beautiful, Nallah! No one would ever guess you’d ever had any scars at all!” Olivia smiled at her warmly and Nallah smiled back, putting a hand self-consciously to one cheek.

  “Thank you,” she said softly.

  It still felt strange to go around without a veil, allowing anyone who wanted to see her face. Reeve had told her she could continue wearing a veil if she wanted to but Nallah wanted to adopt the ways of the Mother Ship. Her own home world had not been kind to her and she was eager to leave it behind. She had even allowed Olivia to talk her into wearing an Earth garment called a “dress” which was more revealing than her voluminous robes had been—although not nearly as skimpy as the babydoll nighty.

  “You have the most gorgeous eyes, too,” Sophia, who was Olivia’s sister said. “They remind me a little of Lauren’s