Page 101 of Dark Destiny: A New Thread in the Tapestry

"Yaaf. What are you doing?"

"Trust me." He looked up at her and smiled. "This is going to feel wonderful." He hooked his thumbs in her panties and dragged them down her legs, kissing her belly and lower as he went.

Then he was kissing her where she'd never imagined a man would put his mouth.

She tensed, her thighs instinctively closing around his head.

"Sullha." He looked up at her from between her legs. "Let me do this for you. I promise to make it good."

No one had ever done this. In the enclosure, pleasure had run one direction only, a currency she paid but never once was given. She did not have a place in her mind to categorize what he was offering, but she looked down at his face, at the tenderness in it, and she trusted him.

She let her head fall back against the pillow and her thighs fall apart, and what happened next was better than the dream.

The pleasure climbed past anything she'd ever thought her body could feel, higher and higher still, until she stopped being afraid of how high it reached and simply let it happen. When it crested, her hands fisted in the blanket, and she called out his name, the whole of her exploding into a million points of light.

When she became aware of herself again, she was shaking, and she was laughing, and there were tears in her eyes. "I didn't know," she said when she could speak. "I didn't know that it could be like that."

Yaaf moved back up to gather her against him, and she could feel how much he wanted her, and yet he asked for nothing in return for what he'd given.

She pressed her hand against his chest, over the heart that was beating strong and fast, and something fierce and glad rose up in her.

She knew how to give a man pleasure. It had been demanded of her, drilled into her, taken from her, but now, for the first time, she wanted to give it to Yaaf, the one she loved, and who'd just given her the first climax.

She pushed gently until he rolled onto his back, and she rose over him.

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YAAF

Sullha came apart, and Yaaf felt it twice.

Once in her body, in the way her thighs shook against his shoulders and his name tore from her. And once in his mind, because as much as he tried to stay out of her head and not peek at her thoughts without her permission, her climax was too explosive to contain, and he couldn't block it even if he wanted to. It was a wave of bliss and joy, with his name written all over it.

The only thing he could do was be the wall between what was pouring out of her and his seven counterparts. He absorbed it all into himself, feeling prouder of what he'd given her than of anything else he'd ever achieved.

He'd given pleasure to a woman who until now had known only subjugation, who'd never experienced tenderness and patience, and he'd coaxed a climax out of her.

Before this had all started, he'd believed that the eight of them had risen above such things and that to feel pride over such an achievement was a human emotion none of them could feel, but now he was drowning in it.

Once the tremors subsided, Sullha laughed, wiping happy tears from her eyes, and pushed herself up to look down at him. She was flushed and undone and more beautiful than any woman had a right to be.

"I didn't know that it could be like that."

That one sentence confirmed what he'd suspected but hadn't dared to ask. Sullha had never experienced pleasure, had never climaxed.

He wanted to tell her that he loved her, that she was beautiful and precious, and that he was so lucky to have her. But talking meant opening his mouth, which meant showing his fangs that were fully elongated and dripping venom, and the last thing he wanted to do now was to scare her.

She'd seen his fangs before, but not like that.

Instead, he moved up her body and gathered her against him with her head tucked under his chin. But Sullha, being Sullha, wasn't happy with just basking in the afterglow of her climax. Pressing her hand against his chest, she pushed until she had him on his back, rose over him, and looked down.

"It was incredible, Yaaf. And now that I know what you can do to me, I will demand it frequently and consistently."

He could not help the smile that broke over his face, remembering too late that there had been a very good reason for him staying silent. He quickly clamped his mouth shut.

Sullha was still smiling, so he hoped she hadn't noticed, but then she frowned. "Why are you not saying anything? Are you keeping your mouth closed to hide your fangs from me?"

He nodded because there was no way to hide the truth from her.