Chapter 18

My mate melted against me as I claimed her mouth with a bit more force than necessary. A part of me wanted to punish her for demanding I let go of my ridiculous hang ups. And they were indeed ridiculous. Although I wasn't a physician, I thoroughly examined her medical records and bombarded her doctor with an endless string of questions. Farah had indeed made a full—if nearly miraculous—recovery.

Yet, every time I touched her, the image of her bloodied, unconscious form flashed before my eyes. Even my hands caressing her skin covered by a thin sheet of sweat in the throes of passion would start feeling like they were touching blood.

It shamed me that she was the one who had been injured, but I was suffering from PTSD.

As much as I continued to worry my great strength could harm her if I allowed myself to lose control, I rejoiced that she had given me this ultimatum. I had been dancing around this for too long. Not only was I punishing her and myself, but I truly was allowing Liam to continue to interfere with our lives.

I'd spoken twice with a therapist about it. Clearly, I needed a few more sessions. More importantly, I should have shared that information with Farah—an omission I would rectify in the morning.

For now, I wanted to reclaim our lives, and show her just how much I loved her.

I lifted her slender body and pressed her against mine. Kromor's teeth, she was made for me. As was her wont, Farah wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hands explored my body with an eagerness that both aroused and shamed me. My woman hungered for a passion that was rightly hers to enjoy but that I withheld out of fear.

If she knew, Mother would chop off my braid.

And I would deserve it, too.

I slipped a hand under the hem of the see-through top of her negligee. She shivered in the most delicious fashion as I caressed her back. To my dismay, my palms once more rubbed over the small of her back and left shoulder blade, in the areas where she had been shot. I'd instinctively done this more times than I could count over the past few weeks. Even knowing I would find the skin smooth and flawless, the traumatized part of me needed that reassuring confirmation.

I carried my mate to the bed and laid her down on the mattress without breaking the kiss. Our tongues pursued their sensuous dance for a while longer. My mate was a kisser and a biter, two things I could never get enough of from her.

I eventually released her lips and covered every inch of her body with gentle kisses and caresses. As I sucked and licked her right nipple, Farah lifted her chest for greater contact and fisted my hair on my nape. She raked the nails of her other hand on my back. I couldn't repress a smile at that less-than-subtle hint that I was being too restrained.

That wasn't the case, but I'd withheld so much of late that she'd forgotten I always proceeded with long preliminaries, even before this entire mess went down. Under the current circumstances, I yielded to her unspoken request and sped things up a little. Instead of spending the next eternity worshiping every inch of her body, I kissed a path down to the apex of her thighs. The delectable scent of her musk and growing arousal had my cocks perking their heads up.

I parted her folds and circled her clit with my tongue, drawing a needy moan out of her. I repeated the motion a few more times before sucking on the little nub. She sighed with approval and tightened her grip on my hair. With her free hand, my mate fondled her breast.

In no time, her slit glistened with her essence. I slipped two fingers inside her, and the wet warmth of her sheath greedily squeezed them with each movement. My cocks jerked in response, and my abdominal muscles contracted with anticipation at the memory of how her inner walls felt around my lengths.

As I continued to voraciously feast on my woman, reveling in the tart taste of her essence, I intensified the speed of my fingers dipping in and out of her. I scissored them, stretching her in the process. Although Farah now required less preparation to receive me, I still devoted time to it. Considering her current impatience at getting things back on the rougher side, I wanted to further reduce the risks of any discomfort she might feel.

In no time, Farah was grinding against my hand. Her labored breath and voluptuous moans heralded her imminent climax. I accelerated the motion of my fingers inside my woman, crooking them so they would graze her sensitive bundle of nerves. She emitted a strangled gasp followed by a flow of encouraging—if not pleading—words, telling me not to stop, to touch her right there.

I gladly complied.

Her legs jerked violently around my face as she cried out. My primary left hand wrapped around her leg to restrain its movements as she shook with bliss. I didn't stop sucking her clit while she rode her orgasm. But I pulled the fingers of my primary right hand out of her. They were slick with her arousal, providing the perfect lubricant as they probed her forbidden entrance. Simultaneously, the fingers of my secondary right hand picked up where they left off, keeping her flying high for a while longer.

Zamorian females possessed two vaginas and two uteruses—the second one smaller and mostly used as a backup in case the primary one got damaged. While anal sex wasn't uncommon among my people, I'd assumed Farah wouldn't have been too keen on it with me, especially considering my size. To my surprise, she proposed it. At first, I feared it was out of a sense of obligation since I have two cocks. But she reassured me that she simply wanted us to fully be one.

To my delight, she enjoyed the experience. We didn't do it every time we coupled, which was entirely fine with me. Sex with my mate, however we went about it, was always phenomenal.

I relented on my ministrations when Farah started to come back down. After one last lick on her clit, I leisurely kissed a path back up her body. I settled over her, leaning on my secondary forearms not to crush her. My woman caressed my back and pressed her chest to mine. The look in her eyes nearly undid me. Farah didn't need to tell me she loved me. Her feelings radiated with the brightness of the sun at its zenith. The way she touched me, said my name, and even just smiled at me expressed it more powerfully than any word could.

I leaned forward and reclaimed her lips, pouring into it the depth of my adoration for her. Using my primary hands, I spread her legs wider and rubbed my lower cock against her slit, coating it with her essence. Eyes locked with hers, I slowly pushed it inside her. She adjusted quickly, and I immediately set a fast pace but with gentle thrusts. I ground my pelvis against hers so that my primary cock would massage her clit with each stroke.

Kromor's teeth, her wet heat around my cock was setting my loins ablaze. Farah dug her nails in the small of my back and started lifting her hips in counterpoint to my movements. The message couldn't have been clearer. Forcing myself to silence my resurfacing fear of harming her, I started taking her deeper and harder. I studied her features for the slightest sign of discomfort and found nothing but pleasure on her beautiful face. Her feverish caresses and her words of encouragement between two moans spurred me on.

As she began to crest, I shifted my angle to strike her sensitive spot with each thrust. I peppered soft kisses over her face while whispering words of love. Just when I felt her on the verge of toppling over again, I crushed her lips in a greedy kiss and swallowed her shout of ecstasy.

My abdominal muscles contracted painfully with the need to unleash my passion on her, but I reined myself in and continued pumping in and out of my wife until the tremors of her orgasm receded. Farah gasped when I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up—her face still pressed against the mattress—before burying my primary cock inside her slit. It took every bit of my willpower not to ram myself in. I would eventually get back to that one day when my overprotective self wouldn't still feel so skittish about her recovery.

Once again, I set a fast pace. Farah pushed herself up on all four and started rocking back, meeting me thrust for thrust. The force with which she backed into me made her desires clear. Despite my lingering worries, I yielded to her wishes, and followed her lead. I tightened my hold on her hips and let go of my restraint.

"Yes!" she said in a throaty voice, as she threw her head back.

I slapped her left butt cheek—something I'd never done before. My mate gasped, and her golden-brown skin erupted in goosebumps. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Lips parted, eyes hooded, she stared at me with such a lascivious expression that something broke inside me. I started pounding into her.

A lustful frenzy took me over as an inferno started raging in my loins. With a will of its own, my primary right hand smacked her rump a few more times at varying intervals. Judging by her reaction, Farah wholeheartedly approved. My mate's exquisite shouts of pleasure, the frantic sounds of our flesh meeting, and her throaty voice chanting my name were acting like the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

By Khivolt, how I had missed this!

Both my primary hands slipped in front of her, the left one fondling her breast while the right one settled on her clit. In no time, my mate detonated again. She collapsed face first against the mattress. Her inner walls contracting around my cock almost made me spill my seed. Grinding my teeth, I continued pumping in and out of her for a moment longer, while my thumb probed her rosette.

I pulled my main cock out of her and carefully inserted my smaller lower cock in her rear. Still flying high from her latest orgasm, Farah didn't display any sign of discomfort. Although her body resisted me at first, it only took a few shallow thrusts before it yielded to my invasion.

Without slowing the speed and strength of my thrusts into her, I bent my woman backward until her back pressed against my chest. I covered her nape and the curve of her shoulder with kisses while giving her time to adjust to me. Tilting her head to the side to grant me better access, Farah raised a hand over her shoulder to sink her fingers into my hair.

My hands were all over the perfection that was her body. To my relief, the thin sheet of sweat making her skin slick didn't trigger the blood flashbacks that had plagued me since the attack. I whispered words of love as I fondled her, and finally started carefully moving inside her when she ground her rear against my pelvis to signal she was ready.

Kromor's teeth! I could die with pleasure. As much as I enjoyed giving in to my more primal urges during sex, there was something magical, almost divine in this slow and tender lovemaking.

We pursued this dance for a while. Despite the intense pleasure each stroke provided me, it was the intimacy, the closeness of our bodies as I held her tightly against me that made this moment perfect.

After one last soft kiss on her nape, I gently lifted Farah off me and laid her back down on the mattress. She spread her legs and opened her arms, beckoning me. I came willingly to my mate… my love. With infinite care, I inserted my main cock in her sex, and my smaller one in her rear. It was a tight fit that once again required a moment for her to grow comfortable.

At the first thrust, I thought I would die from the pleasure overload as my wife simultaneously squeezed and stroked both of my cocks in her burning heat. A deep growl vibrated through my chest and up my throat as an inferno erupted in the pit of my stomach. I started moving faster, my primary hands fisting the bedsheets with a deadly grip as I fought a losing battle with lust.

When my woman began to writhe beneath me, clawing at me and begging for more, I threw all caution to the wind. I unleashed my passion, taking her deep and hard. And endless flow of growling moans—almost beastly in nature—tumbled out of me as liquid flames surged from my loins and spread outward through every inch of my body.

The world vanished around us. The only thing that mattered was the feel of my woman all around me, her taste on my tongue, her hands on my skin, and our bodies joined as one.

I was too far gone in a whirlwind of bliss to even notice Farah's orgasm creeping up on her. This time, when she cried out and her inner walls clamped down on my primary cock before contracting spasmodically around it, my own climax swept me away. Lightning struck me right in the middle of the spine with a violence that left me reeling. I roared as my seed erupted in a torrent of bliss. Shaken by the tremors of ecstasy, I kept rocking over my woman with erratic movements until the last of my seed was spent.

I felt dizzy and completely disoriented as I collapsed on the bed. I rolled onto my back, my wife still held in my embrace. She was trembling, her breath labored as she clung to me like a drowning woman. I gently caressed her back as our heartbeats and the room settled.

"Thank you for giving me my husband back," she whispered, her cheek resting on my left heart.

"Thank you for demanding I do," I whispered back.

I felt her smile and so did I.