Chapter 13

"What do you think will happen when Jagger finds the man who drugged me and kidnapped me?" Grace asked as soon as they were alone in their room and Khai had shut and locked the door.

"I'm not sure, love. It's going to be sticky. He'll probably have to talk to Diane, his boss, and come up with a diplomatic way to handle the situation. I promise the man will not get away with this. I don't care that he's a cop, but we might have to be patient."

"Do you think he knows I escaped, and he's trying to find me, too?" She stood in the middle of the room, rubbing her palms together nervously.

Khai took her shoulders and brought his forehead to hers. "Not likely. He probably doesn't know. He isn't connected to Chekov. He was paid to turn you over to Russo. Russo isn't really connected, either. He wasn't the one who arranged your sale. He was simply the middleman."

She shuddered. "There was nothing simple about Master J."

"You're right. Sorry. I didn't mean that the way it came out." He slid his arms around her and hauled her closer. "How about if you use the bathroom first, and then I will. We need sleep."

She stared at him for a moment and then agreed. "Okay."

He wasn't sure if she was going to badger him about sex or not, but he figured it was about to come up again. He only had so much willpower.

After kissing her forehead, he turned her toward the bathroom. While she was gone, he opened all the boxes he'd hauled up here after dinner so she could at least rustle through them and find what she needed. He wondered if they should unpack tomorrow and put things in the drawers and the closet.

It seemed weird to move into this house. They were relying heavily on the hospitality of strangers. For now, Khai didn't have another plan. Grace was safer here than anyplace else he could take her. The thought of her having spent the past three months at his cabin made him cringe. She'd been so close to the house she'd escaped from. Someone could have found her. She'd been fucking lucky.

When Grace emerged from the bathroom, he passed her and traded places with her. He shut and locked the door on the other side of the bathroom that led to another bedroom. They obviously weren't going to need it. No matter when she managed to break him down and convince him to have sex with her, he'd been sleeping next to her in the cabin for a month. They weren't going to stop that now. He'd never fall asleep alone in another room where he couldn't hold her.

Khai used the toilet, washed his hands, and splashed water on his face. A cold shower would probably be overkill. When he bent to rummage through the smaller box they'd tossed all their toiletries in that morning, he found his toothbrush but hesitated as his gaze landed on the unopened boxes of tampons and pads. She hadn't had a period in a month.

Khai finished up, opened the door, and padded toward Grace, who was tucked under the covers. "Love, when was the last time you had a period?"

She looked at him, her cheeks turning pink.

He left the small lamp on, turned off the overhead lights, and crawled onto the bed. "Does it embarrass you for me to ask you about your period?"

She nodded.

He sat next to her on top of the covers and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "It's just part of life. I assume eventually we won't even shut the door when we pee," he teased. "I didn't say anything when I bought pads and tampons because I knew it would embarrass you, but tell me why you haven't had a period. I assume you haven't in three months. You didn't have any feminine products before I got there."

"I haven't had a period in over a year. Russo gave us birth control shots. They last three months. I assume it will wear off soon. I don't know when I might have a period."

"Ah. That makes sense." It also infuriated him. Fuck that asshole for giving people shots they didn't ask for. "We should get you into a doctor soon. You need to be evaluated anyway. You can discuss if you want to use birth control with her at that time."

She narrowed her gaze. "You're not going to use that as an excuse not to have sex with me, are you?"

He chuckled. "No. It was simply an observation. I'll use the stitches you're going to have so close to your pussy as an excuse not to have sex with you."

She groaned. "I haven't had the surgery yet. It's in two days. That gives us two days to have sex."

He drew in a breath. "Persistent, aren't you?"

"I'm not a child, Khai. I'm twenty-four years old. I know my mind. I've never felt like this about anyone in my life. You say you feel the same way about me, but frankly, I don't care how you feel or even how I feel. That doesn't matter. I'm asking you to have sex with me because you make my body hum, and I want to feel you inside me. Don't make me beg."

Those last words made his chest tighten. He had a problem now. On the one hand, he thought she needed more time before she made a decision like this. It was huge. On the other hand, he'd made it clear he would never deny her anything. He would be an ass to make her beg. It would make it seem like he didn't really want to make love to her, and nothing could be further from the truth. He'd wanted her for a month.

"I'll deal with birth control when I see the doctor. I promise," she continued.

He shook his head. "Nope. That's not a decision you have to make on your own. It's something we'll discuss together. Birth control should never be placed solely on the woman's shoulders. We're both having sex. Not just you. If you want to take pills, get shots, or use an IUD, I'll support you. If you'd rather not ingest hormones, we'll use condoms carefully. If you ever get pregnant, we'll have a baby."

She stared at him. "Uh, are you real?"

He chuckled. "I'm just not a dick."

"Okay, then we can talk about it, but can we do it another time?" She tugged on the covers to yank the corner from under him where he'd sat on the already turned-down side. When she did so, she jerked the blanket and sheet past her body, revealing that she was naked.

Khai's cock went completely hard as he took in her fucking fantastic body, fully revealed to him for the first time. He licked his lips as he spun around to crawl closer to her. On his hands and knees, he let his gaze roam up and down her sexy frame. "Grace…"

She squeezed her thighs together, probably to hide the tattoo more than any sense of modesty. There wasn't a blemish on her body. That didn't surprise him since he'd learned from Jagger earlier that Russo hadn't laid a single hand on any of the women. He hadn't let anyone else either. The women were supposed to be turned over to their masters unharmed and without a mark. They had not been beaten. Even their restraints had been soft and gentle.

Russo was a fucking sadist. His methods had been bizarre. Though it was a small blessing that none of these women had been beaten or raped, what they had endured had been very psychologically damaging.

Khai was awed by Grace's strength and resilience. If he were in her shoes, he would probably be comatose. She was so fucking strong.

He bent just his head to kiss the underside of her breast, loving the way her breath hitched and her body arched.

Her hand came to the back of his head. "Maybe you could take off your clothes, too? I've heard it's customary."

He snorted. "Smart aleck." But he climbed back off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. He turned to open his duffle bag on the floor, rummaged through it to find the box of condoms he'd had in his possession for a few weeks, and yanked one out of the box.

When he returned, he set the condom on the nightstand and reached for the button of his jeans. "Have you seen a cock before, Grace?" He hesitated. He didn't want her to panic.

She surprised him when she turned her head to the ceiling and said, "Yes. Unfortunately."

He flinched. "When?"

She rolled toward him and propped herself up on her side. "You sure you want to hear this?"

Abandoning his fly, he set his hands on the bed and bent toward her. "Maybe not, but I want you to be able to talk to me about anything and tell me everything, no matter how painful it might be."

"Okay, but you're not going to like it, and I need you to stuff it in the back of your mind and process it later."

He hesitated a moment and then nodded. "Okay." Could he do that? He hoped so, for her sake.

"Do you know we were all presented to our Masters at what was basically a slave auction? We'd already been bought and sold, but whoever sold us made a big production out of revealing Russo's exemplary training skills by presenting us to a crowded room and making us perform for the men."

Khai gritted his teeth.

"We had to demonstrate all the various slave positions we'd been taught. When we were done, we kneeled in front of our new Master, took his cock out, and sucked him off."

It was a wonder Khai's teeth didn't crack under the pressure of clenching them. Fucking fuck. It could be worse, he told himself. Marginally.

Khai dropped his head for a moment to keep from screaming and then said, "I'm so sorry, love."

"I didn't actually see Chekov's gross cock because I was blindfolded, but I took it into my throat and swallowed."

He jerked his gaze up. "Into your throat?" He knew some women could do that, but not all. He'd never been with someone who swallowed his cock that deep. Usually, they would choke or gag.

She nodded. "Khai, I was trained to do that," she said gently. "We practiced every day until we could take a dildo all the way into our throats without gagging."

He rose off the bed and swiped a hand down his face.

She rolled onto all fours and crawled toward him, stopping at the edge of the bed to swing around and sit with her legs hanging off. She grabbed his hips and tipped her head back. "How about instead of focusing on how horrifying my situation was, you look at it this way. You've met a woman who's never had sex or an orgasm, and her entire experience consists of one blindfolded blowjob. Does it sound better if I put it that way?"

He grabbed her head and held her tight. "Yes, love. Give me a second to process. You're right, but I still want to kill a few people."

"You might need to kill a lot of them. There were probably a few dozen men in that room watching the spectacle. I bet they were rich assholes from every walk of life. You can add that to the number of rich assholes who routinely came to Russo's house to humiliate and torment us. That's a lot of people with no respect for women. Not an ounce of respect. It's mind-boggling how many men there are like that."

His teeth were gritted again. She was right. It was fucking insane. Some of those men were people he undoubtedly peripherally knew, like politicians and even the fucking police.

This period of time was going to be challenging every day as he learned more about what Grace had endured. He was going to see flames and want to kill people, but he needed to keep his head on for her. She didn't need him throwing things or acting like a lunatic. That wouldn't help her at all. She needed him to hold her, look her in the eye, and tell her he loved her. She needed him to listen and provide support. He could do that, and he would.

Pulling himself together, he brought his lips to hers. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, Grace. I grow more in love with you by the hour."

"Good, take your jeans off now." She sat back and let her gaze roam up and down his frame.

He chuckled at how abrupt she was and ran his palm up and down his cock through his jeans. Staring at her, it took him seconds to bring it back to fully erect, and then he lowered the zipper and shrugged out of the rest of his clothes.

Grace scrambled backward, crab-walking across the mattress.

Khai rolled the condom on even though he didn't intend to enter her for a while yet. He set a knee on the bed and stalked toward her.

She jerked her gaze from his cock, swallowing as she dropped flat on her back and fisted her hands at her sides. She was breathing heavily, and she looked like she'd rather eat rocks than let him into her body.

"Grace, look at me."

She met his gaze, but her eyes were wide and glazed.

He dropped down alongside her, propped himself on one hip, and reached to roll her so she was facing him. It was tough, but he ignored the fact that his cock bobbed against her. "Look at me, love," he repeated gently.

She turned her gaze to him again. She was trembling.

Khai reached over the top of her, grabbed the covers, and pulled them up around them both before inching closer to her. "You always have the power to say no, Grace. Always. At any point, you can stop what we're doing. Do you understand?"

She nodded, her teeth nearly chattering as she murmured. "Can we just do it?"

"No." He rubbed her back. "Repeat what I just told you."

"I can tell you no any time I want."

"Yes. That includes tomorrow and a month from now and the hundredth time we have sex and the millionth time. If you're ever not feeling it, you stop me. I need to know you will. I don't want you to panic when we're having sex. If your mind isn't in it, we won't do it."

"Okay, but I think I'll be fine. I want to be fine. Can you just do it this first time so I can stop panicking?"

He shook his head. "No, love," he responded gently as he eased his fingers into her hair and let them glide through the length.

"Khai…"

"Sex is not a chore, love," he whispered. "It's something people do because they feel connected, and they want to feel even more connected." He released her hair to trail a finger up her arm before leaning back a few inches so he could continue a path down between her breasts.

She shivered, and her nipples stiffened.

Khai gave himself a mental pep talk. No way would he have sex with any woman who was as reluctant as Grace was feeling, but especially not Grace. On the other hand, there was a good chance she would be nervous and trembling no matter when her first time was, no matter how much she cared for her partner.

He shuddered because he wouldn't let himself picture her with any other man but him. No one would understand her like he did. No one would be able to take the time to help her through the emotional roller coaster. No one would ever love her as much as he did.

She grabbed his shoulder and gripped it hard with her fingertips. "Khai, if we waited fifty years to have sex, I would still be nervous the first time. There are a million concerns running through my mind. What if I panic? What if I don't like it? What if you don't like it? What if I can't separate myself from what happened to me, and all I can picture in my head is gross men touching me when I should be focused on you?"

He trailed his finger over to one side and circled her nipple, watching it pucker as her breath hitched. "Did you have trouble remembering who you were with while I had my fingers in your pussy earlier, love?" he asked gently.

She shook her head. "No."

He met her gaze and smiled. He would answer all of her questions. "If you panic, we'll slow down, and I'll look you in the eyes, hold your face, and help you breathe through it. As for not liking it, you probably won't at first. You're so tight. The stretch will be tremendous, but after a few seconds, it will ease. Every woman on earth takes one look at her first cock and thinks it won't fit. But it will."

She smiled, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

"As for me not liking it, that's not even in the realm of possibilities, love. I promise." He moved his hand from her breast to his chest and patted his pecs. "What I feel for you in here brings me to my knees. That's the part that makes me want to be close to you, as close as I can get. My heart is what fuels me and makes me feel your loss when we're not in the same room. When we are in the same room, my heart tells me to go to you and pull you into my arms. My heart also draws me to want to be inside you, buried as deep as I can be. Or…maybe that's just my cock," he teased.

She giggled. "I get that. I feel those things." She scooted infinitesimally closer to him, mostly because that's all the space that was left between them. "I want you inside me, too, Khai. I think about it all the time. That doesn't mean I'm not scared and nervous."

"Okay, love." He reached for the back of her head and drew her mouth to his, kissing her slowly at first and then deeper.

She moaned into his mouth as they tangled their tongues and melted into each other, and that's when he knew it would all be okay. He could help her through the panic and show her how fucking good they were going to be together.

When he released her lips, she was breathing heavily. "Yeah…I'm not as nervous now." She slid her hand up his chest and grabbed his shoulder.

He rolled her onto her back and slid down her body. He needed his mouth on her pussy before anything else. He'd tasted her from licking his fingers earlier, but that had only whet his appetite.

She grabbed his shoulders. "Khai…"

He parted her thighs and eased her legs open, doing his best to ignore the tattoo and avoid putting pressure on it. She'd told him it didn't hurt, but he'd also learned from Damon that Gemma's had been very painful. The last thing Khai wanted to do was inflict pain on Grace.

He stroked her soft skin. "Will you let me taste you?" He intended to do a lot more than taste her, but she would understand better once he got started.

"But…I'm not…"

He kissed her pussy. "Not what, love?"

"Waxed." She squirmed.

He brushed a hand over the soft pale hair, noticing that although it wasn't groomed and short, it wasn't long either. Not as long as it would be if it were totally natural.

"Did you wax it before…?"

She shook her head. "The trainers did it."

He clenched his jaw. Jesus. Fuck. He hoped Jagger and his men had it in their plan to track these fucking trainers down and line them up for a firing squad.

He drew in a deep breath. She didn't need him acting like a caveman right now. No one belonged in this bedroom except the two of them. "I don't care if you have hair on your pussy or not, Grace. In the future, you keep yourself groomed however makes you feel good about yourself. It doesn't matter to me. I'm still going to bury my face between your legs either way."

She shuddered as a soft whimper escaped her lips. "You don't care?" Her voice was barely audible.

"Nope." He stroked over the soft hair above her clit and then down to circle the little nub.

She grabbed his shoulders tighter and arched. "The thought of any other human besides you ever seeing my pussy again makes me cringe," she informed him.

"Then whatever you choose, one of us will do it. If you leave it, that's fine. If you want to shave it, you can. If you want me to shave it or wax it, we can make that happen, too."

She reached for his head and nudged him to look at her. "How are you so fucking perfect?"

He chuckled. "I'm far from perfect, love. But I want you to have the moon, so I'll do what I can to make it happen. I'll fuck up sometimes. I'll make mistakes. You'll want to clobber me when I do, but I'll always apologize when I fuck up, and I hope you'll feel like you can tell me when I do. Anything that's in my ability to do that makes your life easier, it's yours. Pubic hair? Eh. No biggie. I can fix that easily."

She had a cute grin on her face as she watched him talk. "Thank you. For being you. For owning that cabin. For not kicking me to the street when you found me sleeping in your bed. For not calling the cops. But mostly for loving me even though I wasn't honest with you. No, wait, mostly for still loving me today even after you found out the truth."

"You're welcome, love. It was no hardship. It just happened. I had no control over myself, my feelings, my heart, or even my cock from the moment I set eyes on you." He stroked the insides of her thighs with his thumbs as he spoke.

Grace squirmed and wiggled to get closer. "I can't focus when you do that."

"That's the plan," he teased, trailing his thumbs closer to her folds.

"Will you put your mouth on me now?"

"With pleasure." He lowered his face, kissed her reverently, and then dragged his tongue up through her folds until he flicked it over her clit.

She arched, gripping his shoulders again.

He loved the way she held on to him like that. The pressure of her fingertips told him everything he needed to know about her state of mind. So did the noises coming from her mouth and the way she squirmed as he thrust his tongue into her tight warmth to drag out her arousal.

He had to grab her thighs with more pressure to keep her from squirming out of his grasp, but when he did so, he realized that might not be something she could tolerate.

Khai lifted his head. "Does it trigger you if I hold you down, love?"

She shook her head. "No. I…I think I like it. You're not them. I want you to take me. It's not the same."

"Okay, you stop me if you ever feel trapped or panic. You can yell stop. You can also say red. Red is the universally accepted word in the fetish community for stopping all play."

"Okay. Well, green. Keep going."

He grinned as he lowered his lips back to her pussy. She was so damn cute asking him to continue.

When he surrounded her clit, sucked it into his mouth, and grazed the swollen bundle of nerves with his teeth, she cried out. Her pussy spasmed against him as her orgasm washed through her.

Khai licked her a few more times, wiped his lips on the back of his hand, and trailed kisses up her body until he reached her chest. He licked a circle around one nipple and then the other, watching them swell.

"Please…" she begged. "Suck them, too."

He would never deny her. He pulled one taut bud into his mouth and suckled as he slid his hand to the other one and pinched the tip.

She moaned and writhed. "God, that feels good. I feel the pressure building again. Like I need another orgasm."

He released her bud with a pop and climbed up higher until he was face to face with her. "Then let's make that happen."

"How many times can I come?"

He chuckled. "I don't know, love. Women are all different. Some can only come once, and then they're spent. Others can come over and over. We'll just have to see."

She lifted her hips. "Take me, Khai." Her words were spoken at a very low, sexy pitch.

He held her face. "You're sure, Grace?"

"Very."

He angled his hips so he could drag the tip of his cock through her folds.

Her breath hitched. "Please… Khai…"

He loved the sound of his name as it slid from her lips. He lifted his hips and let the tip of his cock enter her.

She stiffened and gripped him with her fingers again.

"Relax, love. Take a breath. I'm going to go slow. If you need me to stop, you tell me."

She gave a nod, but no part of her relaxed.

"Give me your hands, Grace."

She furrowed her brows in confusion as he slid his hands to grab hers. He threaded their fingers together and pressed her arms into the bed on either side of her head.

She panted, licking her lips.

"How's that, love?" She'd liked having her legs held open. Maybe she would like having her hands held down, too. It seemed like it would trigger her, and it was a bit of a gamble, but Khai got the sense she might enjoy the slight lack of control.

Her breathing slowed, and she nodded. "Yes." The word was breathy.

"You sure?" The last thing he wanted to do was send her into a panic.

"Yes." She nodded again. "Because it's you. It's different. It's…from a place of love, not torture."

He lowered his lips to hers, his heart so full. "I love you," he whispered against her mouth.

"I love you, too, Khai."

He held her gaze while he eased his cock into her, one slow inch at a time.

She bravely held very still even though he knew the stretch was too much.

He hated hurting her. He hoped he never had to do something that hurt her again. But this was inevitable. It was part of life. Every woman had to have sex for the first time. He would make it up to her. He would show her how good it would be. He would make her forget this moment of pain.

"Breathe, love," he whispered when he realized she was holding her breath.

On her next inhale, Khai thrust all the way home.

She gasped, eyes wide.

Khai squeezed her fingers. She was so fucking tight it was hard for him to focus, but he needed to control his dick and take care of his woman. "Deep breaths," he encouraged. He set his forehead against hers and breathed with her. "That's my girl."

She stared at him. "It's okay. I'm okay."

She wasn't. Not really. She was being brave. She was the bravest person he'd ever met.

"Are you going to move?" she asked tentatively.

He smiled. "When you're ready."

"I think I am."

He eased partway out and then back in.

Her eyes widened.

When he did it again, her breath hitched. "Khai…" He thought that was a good sign.

"More, love?"

"Please," she panted, digging her fingers into the backs of his hands. God, he loved her fingers.

Khai pulled almost out and slowly slid back in. She felt like heaven, and the tiny sounds she was making, combined with the look in her eyes, melted him. She was over the shock. The pressure had subsided.

When she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, he knew she was going to be okay.

"God, that feels good," she murmured. "Not just the friction but the fact that you're even closer to me. It's like you're inside me."

He chuckled. Apparently, Grace could hold a discussion during sex. He was okay with that. Maybe it would distract his cock and keep it from erupting too soon. "I am inside you, love," he joked.

She giggled and squirmed. "Yeah, but like we're just one."

He kissed her. "I feel that, too."

"Is it always like this?"

He shook his head. "No. It's never like this when you're with someone you don't love, and it will get better and better every time we do it because of how we feel about each other and the fact that you'll learn what you like and don't like. We'll learn together."

"I like it like this just fine."

He chuckled again. "Well, fine isn't going to work for me, love." He released her hands, grabbed her hips, and flipped them both over so she was on top without pulling out. "Straddle me, Grace."

She pushed up onto her knees and sat on him, impaled. Her cheeks were bright red, and her chest was splotchy from lust and the most endearing shyness.

Khai reached for her head, ran his hands down her long hair, and tucked it behind her. Her breasts were high and full. Her nipples were so pink and hard. He wanted them in his mouth again, but that could wait.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous, Grace," he breathed.

She smiled. "I like how you look at me."

"How do I look at you, love?"

"Like you really see me. Not just my body but my soul. And you like it. I'm not an object to you. I wasn't born to be your fuck toy. I'm a human being who deserves to be treated like spun gold."

He slid his hands down her shoulders to her nipples and teased them with the barest of touches. "That's all true. You deserve the world. You will always be my equal. You were born so that I might find you and love you until we grow old and wrinkly."

"You'll stop loving me when I get old and wrinkly?" she teased.

"Never. Not even then. I'll love you even more." He cupped her breasts before reaching for her hips. "Ride me, Grace."

"How do I do that?"

"You can do it on your knees or plant your feet next to my hips. Set your hands on my chest. Lift on and off me at whatever speed you want. Do what feels good, love."

She stayed on her knees, but she did lean forward and grab his shoulders. The moment she lifted her pussy up, she tipped her head back and moaned. "Oh…"

"Yeah." He reached between her legs, found her clit, and rubbed the swollen nub.

She groaned. "Ohhh…" This time, her voice was an octave lower. "Most of my pleasure comes from there, doesn't it?"

It was so odd and kind of sad that she hadn't known that. "Yes, love. Most likely. It's all about finding out how you like your clit to be stroked. Some women like their partner to rub, flick, or apply pressure to it. You might decide you'd rather do it yourself."

Her nose scrunched up. "Myself?"

"Lots of women find they need to touch their own bodies to orgasm. It's hard for their partners to get it just right. You might even find you get more pleasure from a vibrator." He never stopped playing with her clit while he spoke.

Grace hovered, his cock halfway impaled inside her. Khai doubted she even realized she'd stopped moving to enjoy the way his fingers were playing with her. He loved it.

She dropped her gaze to his. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was smiling blissfully. "I could do this all night," she whispered.

"You probably could, love, but eventually, I won't be able to keep from filling this condom, and then it will take me a while to get fully erect again." The unfortunate practical fact.

She pushed out her bottom lip. "Darn."

He pinched her clit.

She gasped, eyes wide.

"Yeah?"

"Do it again."

Fuck, she was amazing. He flicked her little nub a few times and then rolled it between his fingers.

Grace dropped down onto him, impaling herself as deeply as possible. "It feels good," she murmured. "I feel alive. Like I'm someone. Like I matter."

"You are someone, and you do matter. You matter a lot. I'm glad it feels good." He watched her closely as he pinched her again.

She arched her chest forward, tipped her head back, and lifted her hands to her torso, where she eased them up toward her breasts.

"That's it, love. Cup your breasts for me. Play with your nipples. Show me how you like to be touched."

She hesitated. He could sense her pushing everything she'd been told out of the room. The command not to touch herself was not going to fly in his world. He wanted Grace to feel sexy and desirable. He wanted her to forget everything that had been ingrained in her and build the confidence to make her own decisions and learn about her own body.

As she cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples, Khai held his breath. So fucking gorgeous. She had no idea. "That's it, love. Just feel." He tapped her clit.

She moaned. "I'm going to come."

"That's the plan," he teased. "Often."

She ground her pussy down on him, finding a bolder side of herself. "So good…"

"Yeah…" She was right about that. She had hardly moved, and his cock was as hard as it would be if she'd bounced on and off him dozens of times. Watching her enjoy herself and find her inner sex goddess was enough to make Khai practically come without friction.

"Pinch my clit again," she requested, her voice breathy.

God, he loved that she could ask for what she wanted. He stroked the swollen nub with his fingers again and then clasped it between his pointer and thumb.

Grace rose several inches and slammed back down.

Khai's cock was harder than it had ever been, mostly from looking at her.

She did it again, wantonly stroking her breasts. Her mouth was open. Her hair was hanging long down her back. She rode him faster, impaling herself over and over until he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming.

Suddenly, she dropped down, driving him deeper, and cried out as she found her orgasm.

Her pussy clenched down on him so hard that he followed right behind her, his cock emptying itself in hard pulses of release that mirrored her own. It was the best fucking sex of his life with the woman he loved more than he thought he would ever love another human.

When she shuddered and dropped her hands to his chest, he released her clit and grabbed her hips. "Grace…"

She grinned at him even though she was panting. "Khai…" she responded in the same tone, mimicking him.

He slid his hand up her back. "Come here, love. Give me your mouth."

She leaned over him and kissed him, not holding back. She gave him everything in that one kiss. It was powerful and consuming. By the time she broke free to drag in oxygen, he knew he'd been wrong before. His cock was just as hard as it had been before he'd come. He wasn't going to need any recovery time. Not with Grace. Not if she was going to be so fucking sexy and adorable when they had sex.

She pushed herself up so she was sitting up again, still gripping his cock with her channel. Suddenly, she tipped her head to one side, gave him a coy smile, and squeezed his dick with her vagina.

Khai gasped.

She grinned. "Mmm. I have some control."

"Love, you have all the control. Always. I shall forever be at your mercy."

"You said you'd need time to recover. Didn't you come?"

He chuckled. "I did come, and I did say that. Apparently, I was wrong." He stroked his hands all over her back and around to her front. He'd never get enough of her. Not in a million years. Her skin was so soft and smooth. Her breasts were perfection. Her waist was narrow until it reached the flare of her hips.

Suddenly, he found himself picturing her round with his child. Just like this. Riding him. Taking what she needed from him in her final months. Her body would glow, and he would worship the ground she walked on.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

Keeping his gaze on her stomach, he reached around to touch her there. "Do you want children?"

She sucked in a breath. "I… Yes."

He smiled as he glanced up to see her face. "How many?"

She shrugged, smiling brightly. "I don't know. Two?"

"We can start with that and see how it goes, but if they are both the same gender, I'll want to try again."

She giggled. "You're serious."

"Very."

"I'm a mess, Khai."

"You won't always feel that way. Damon, Jagger, and Axel say the counselor the other women go to is amazing. I bet she'll help you find yourself."

"I don't feel like I'm floating while you're inside me," she said softly. "I feel grounded. I feel."

"That's good. Though I think we'll need to find other ways to help you feel grounded. It won't be practical for me to keep my cock inside you all the time."

She giggled again. He loved that sound. "Gemma insists spankings make her feel grounded."

"I heard."

"Will you spank me so I can know if I like it, too?"

"Definitely, but not tonight. Tonight, you're in a haze, a blissful orgasmic state. We'll save impact play for another time."

"Okay. Shall I climb off you?"

"Only when you're ready. Don't be surprised if you're sore. Now that the endorphins are retreating, you might wince."

She lifted off him slowly and then immediately dropped down next to him, snuggling against his side. "Thank you, Khai. That was beyond my wildest dreams."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to kiss her. "I'm glad, love. So very glad."