Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Q 'tar cupped Julie's beautiful face, then bent his head, feathering kisses across her pretty lips. against him, marveling at how perfectly she fit in his arms. Each brush of her fingers across his chest sent sparks through his nervous system, awakening sensations he'd never experienced before. He memorized every detail - the flutter of her pulse, the sweetness of her arousal, the silken texture of her hair, the softness of her lips. He could almost be content just to kiss her. Almost.

But his cock throbbed painfully, demanding more, and her mouth was hot and eager beneath his. He raised his head, watching her face as he traced his finger down her cheek, over her delicate jawline, then across her soft damp lips. Her small tongue darted out to lick the tip of his finger, and he shuddered. The sheet between them was an unbearable barrier. He tugged it away to reveal her beauty - all lush curves and silky skin.

Mine. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure.

His hand glided down her throat, his fingers trailing across her chest to the luscious softness of her breast. Her skin was so sensitive that even the lightest touch caused her nipples to tighten and her back to arch. He couldn't resist any longer, bending his head to take one taut peak into his mouth. Frek, she was sweet. She moaned, her body undulating sensuously against him, and his cock jerked in response.

He wanted to take her fast, to plunge his shaft into her tight little body, but he'd promised her that he would be gentle. That he'd be slow. No matter how desperately his body ached, he would not hurt her. Instead he continued to explore, lingering over her breasts until her nipples were pink and swollen and she was writhing against him. Every reaction was imprinted on his memory as her taste and scent seeped into him, becoming a part of him.

Mine.

He slid his hand across the gentle swell of her stomach, her skin quivering beneath his touch, until he reached the molten heat between her legs. She gasped and he froze, but she only spread her legs wider, opening for him.

"Good girl," he whispered and she flushed pink with pleasure.

Satisfaction filled him as he lightly circled her swollen clit, remembering how she liked to be touched. When she rocked impatiently against him, he slid first one, then two fingers into her, stretching the tiny channel. He was afraid that his cock would be too large for her small body, but her pussy clamped down eagerly on his fingers. He could actually feel the pulse of her arousal throbbing against him.

"You're so wet for me, m'shka. So perfect."

Unable to resist any longer, he moved over her, his hips cradled between her thighs. She looked up at him with a mixture of desire and trust that made his hearts ache.

"You are not frightened?"

Her radiant smile was answer enough but she shook her head.

"No. Just impatient."

A startled laugh escaped him but then she rocked up against him and the wet heat of her entrance kissed the head of his cock. He shuddered.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I'm trying to control myself."

"Why?"

"Because you are so small and fragile and I do not wish to hurt you."

"I'm not as fragile as you seem to think."

She rocked her hips again, and his cock lodged against her small entrance.

"M'shka," he warned.

"Please."

She was impossible to resist. His hands tightened on her hips, but he kept his movements slow and careful. He pressed against the tiny opening, feeling it stretch to accommodate him. Her eyes fluttered shut, her cheeks pink with arousal as her body opened for him. He shuddered as he sank deeper into her silken heat, struggling to contain the firestorm of sensations. She was so tight, gripping him with shocking intensity.

Her eyes flew open, wide and shocked.

"I can feel your ridges."

"Do they please you?"

"Oh yes," she purred.

Her muscles fluttered wildly around his shaft and then she cried out, her legs tightening around him. He pushed deeper, fighting to control himself as he felt the first tremors of her orgasm. Her body convulsed around him, bathing his cock in her liquid heat and he could resist no longer. He plunged deeper, burying himself to the hilt, and her lips parted in a soundless cry.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice almost unintelligible as he fought for restraint.

"No. Just so full. So wonderfully, perfectly full."

She tightened her inner muscles around him and he groaned. He had never known such pleasure. He began to move, desperate for more of the delicious friction. His thrusts started slow, but she met him eagerly. He drove into her faster, harder, fighting to maintain his control until he could bring her to climax again.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her blunt little nails digging into his skin as her body arched towards him and she urged him on with soft, wordless cries. He could feel the tension building in her body again and reached between them to stroke her swollen clit.

She cried out, her back bowing in an impossibly graceful arc as her entire body shook with her second orgasm. His control shattered. Fire blazed down his spine, and he exploded into her, his seed surging forth in an endless torrent as she clung to him, her sweet little channel still pulsing around him.

My female. My mate.

The realization hit him with the force of a plasma blast. My mate. The truth of it resonated through every cell of his being.

The room spun dizzily, and he was only dimly aware of collapsing to the bed beside her. He pulled her limp, sated body close and she curled into him, her head tucked under his chin. Her finger stroked intricate patterns across his skin.

"How long can you stay?" she asked finally, and the hesitation in her voice made his hearts ache.

"I will never leave you."

The words burst from him before he had a chance to consider them and he tensed, wondering if he'd said too much too soon. But when she lifted her face to his, her smile rivaled the brightest star he'd ever seen. She stretched up to kiss him and his doubts melted away like morning frost in the sun. He'd thought himself completely drained but as soon as their lips touched, he felt his cock start to harden.

"Already?" she teased, running her fingers along the now rigid length and he groaned.

"Always with you, m'shka."

She tried to wrap her hand around his shaft and he groaned again, but then he felt the subtle buzz of his alarms. Frek.

"What is it?" she asked when he sat up and checked his wrist com.

"Someone is coming."