She heard the sharp intake of his breath. "Yes, that's what I want."
She opened her eyes to see his gaze on her body. "I don't know--I have strong feelings, but I'm not sure . . . I watched the women couple with the customers at the House of Silk and it seemed . . . You will not hurt me?"
"Hurt you? God, you're still not ready. I should wait until--" He took a step closer, his teeth clenched. "But I can't. May God forgive me, I have to have this."
He put his hand on her breast.
She arched upward as a wave of heat shot through her. She lost her breath. "That's how it starts?"
"Sometimes." He pulled her down on the ground. "It changes." He was rapidly discarding his clothing as his lips closed on her nipple. "But it's always good." His tongue teased while he sucked strongly.
Good? She didn't feel good. She was hot and tingling and filled with a strange, frantic need. She couldn't get close enough to him. She could smell the crushed heather beneath her and the scent of Kadar over her. Familiar, so familiar. Nothing to fear. Kadar wouldn't hurt her.
He did hurt her. But it was only for a moment and then he was deep inside her. He paused, his chest rising and falling, looking down at her. "Do you know how long I've wanted to be here, like this?" He flexed slowly and she caught her breath. "You're so tight. I'll try to go easy." His features were taut with strain as his hips began to move carefully. "Just don't move."
She had to move. She was too full, stretched, and yet she needed more. She lunged upward.
He gasped, his hands grasping her shoulders. "No."
"I need--"
"Don't move."
She paid no attention. Her hips moved to take what she needed.
His teeth bit into his lower lip. "All right. Have it your way. I should have known it would be like this." He plunged deep. He drew back. Plunged again. Fast. Hard. Harder.
She couldn't breathe.
Rhythm. Fire. Friction. Fullness.
She wanted to scream but no sound came.
Her hands reached out and clasped his shoulders.
Kadar. Part of her. Heat. Need.
Always.
Let it be always.
"Stay . . ." she gasped. "Don't leave me."
"Never." His teeth were drawn from his lips. "So good. I may stay in you forever."
No, he didn't understand, and she couldn't explain. Not now. Something was happening. Something . . .
"Now." He looked down at her, his face twisted with agony. "Please . . . I can't wait any longer."
She cried out as he thrust with powerful force. His back arched and his eyes closed.
Release.
He collapsed on top of her.
Her arms closed tightly around him.
Kadar . . . Kadar . . .
