“Do you accept me?”
Roz looked up at him with surprise, but eventually whispered, “Yes.”
“Do you accept yourself?”
Apparently she couldn’t answer that since she turned her face away from him.
Damn. Someday, you will.“Do you at least believe that I accept you?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Konrad smiled and entered her slowly, only an inch at a time. “Are you okay, angel?”
She purred her affirmation.
At last he was fully seated inside her, and she opened her eyes. Smiling up at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, are you going to go for it, or what?”
Konrad grinned and moved in and out of her channel slowly. She held his gaze, and something special passed between them, some flicker of golden light.
Could it be love? So soon?
“I’m fine. You can go faster…if you want to.”
Whew, apparently she hadn’t heard his thought and misinterpreted whatever look crossed his face.
She closed her eyes, and he increased his rhythm. Her hips rose to meet him, thrust for thrust. She opened her mouth occasionally and little mewls of pleasure escaped.
This type of lovemaking was different for Konrad. He was truly more interested in his partner’s enjoyment than his own. Correction—his mate’s. Holding back from giving into his feral nature had always been difficult, but for some reason he was content to go slow and make sex last with Roz. It occurred to him that he was making love, not just fucking.So that’s the difference!
“What’s the difference, lover?”
The familiar pressure began to build at the base of his spine. There was no way he could answer her now. This wasn’t the time for a philosophical discussion, especially one that might sound like they were rushing into a serious relationship. He increased his speed again, and Roz rocked faster, staying right with him.
“You’re so tight, so wet and hot. So perfect.”
Her breaths matched his, sharp, shallow, and quick. He bore down on her pelvis and added a grinding motion, knowing she’d enjoy it as much as he.
She moaned louder. With every thrust he built closer to a fevered peak. At the moment her muscles clenched, he spiraled out of control. His orgasm ripped through him like a hurricane. Roz cried out and buried her face in his pillow again. She shook while her muscles milked him dry. They bucked together, each riding the waves of climax to the very last aftershock.
His instinct to mark her kicked in, but it was too soon. He wanted her to want it. Instead, he kissed the sensitive hollow where her neck and shoulder met.
He lifted his head and saw tears shimmering in her eyes.
Concern slapped him back to reality. “Oh, no. Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head and sighed. “That was beautiful.”
Happy that her feelings originated from a deeply emotional place and not pain, he thanked whatever divine power held him back.
***
“Roz?”
She opened her eyes slowly and realized she had drifted into a contented sleep. Konrad lay beside her, propped on his elbow, and traced a line from her cleavage to her bellybutton. A shiver passed through her, and her nipples pebbled.
“I…I’m sorry. I must have fallen asleep.”
“That’s okay. You looked peaceful. It was nice watching you.”
