34. Morelle

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MORELLE

A s their bodies started to slide against each other, the heat turned into an inferno, but fire and water didn't go well together, and the bathtub wasn't where Morelle wanted her first time to happen.

"I think we should get out." She put her hands on Brandon's chest and pushed back. "We can continue this dance in bed."

His eyes were glowing like a pair of stars, and his fangs were almost fully elongated.

Tonight, he wasn't going to resist her.

Tonight, they were going to complete their bond.

"You seem like a female on a mission." He rose to his feet and stepped out of the tub, soap bubbles and water sluicing off his magnificent naked body.

While clothed, Brandon was handsome, and when he wore a suit he looked elegant and sophisticated, but he was absolutely breathtaking in the nude. Lean muscles covered his tall body, creating a physique that was utter perfection.

He reached for a large towel and spread his arms to unfurl it. "Come on, Princess. Let's get you dry."

"What about you?" She stepped out of the tub and let him wrap her in the towel.

"I'll use your towel after you are done with it." He swung her cocooned body into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

After laying her down on the bed, he took the towel from her and dried himself off while giving her a very clear frontal view of his maleness.

The thing was huge, and she didn't know how he was going to fit it inside of her, but she wasn't going to back out just because she was a little apprehensive. Her new lady friends had told her that the first time was often miserable, and it hurt and that the best way to handle it was to get it out of the way and get to the third one, which was usually when things started to get pleasurable.

It didn't make sense to her.

Why would nature design a female body to suffer through the first two times? In preparation for childbearing, perhaps?

Morelle had a feeling that her first time with Brandon was going to be wonderful. She wasn't willing to accept any other outcome.

When he joined her on the bed, he lay on his side without touching her and just looked at her for a long moment with hooded eyes that were so full of passion that his gaze felt like a caress.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she murmured.

"I'm just admiring your beauty and thinking that I'm incredibly lucky. I want to always remember you like this."

She wasn't sure what he meant by that. The only thing that was going to change about her was the length of her hair, but if he was so enamored with how it looked now, she could keep it short. The look was growing on her.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

He smiled with a mouth full of fangs. "So polite." He dipped his head and kissed her gently as if it was their first kiss, but as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, the length of his erection pressing against her belly told a different story.

There was no way he was going to fit, width or lengthwise.

Pulling back, Brandon looked into her eyes. "What's the matter? You tensed on me all of a sudden."

She chewed on her lower lip, embarrassed to ask the question and reveal that she wasn't as confident and ferocious as she wanted him to believe she was .

He smiled. "Come on, Morelle, my fearless warrior. Tell me what got you tensing."

"You're too big."

He actually looked down at his erection. "Thank you. It's usually considered a compliment, but that wasn't your intent. I don't think that I'm exceptionally well endowed, but I can understand how it might seem a little scary to a virgin." He cupped her cheek. "I promise that we are going to fit despite how it looks, and I also promise to make it pleasurable for you."

"It's not scary at all." She reached with her hand and took hold of the smooth length. "It feels very nice in my hand, and I'm sure that you didn't have any problems fitting it inside your other partners, but…" she hesitated. "I seem to be built differently than your human paramours. You were barely able to fit your finger inside of me."

There, she'd said it.

He looked at her for a long time as if trying to figure out how to assuage her fears, or maybe he was just lost for words because she was caressing his erection, and it was growing even larger in her hand, which meant that he was enjoying it.

"I don't think that your Kra-ell heritage makes you any different. You felt just right on my finger and on my tongue, but we will go slow, and if at any moment you want to stop, we will stop. Nothing has to happen tonight. We are not in a rush. "

Morelle kind of was, even though she'd gotten to experience the venom bite without fully joining with Brandon. It had been wonderful, the best experience of her life, but she knew it would be even better once they were fully joined and bonded.

According to her new friends, the bond wasn't going to snap into place until she and Brandon made love, and she wanted that to happen sooner rather than later.