Page 101 of Tempting Fate

When she stopped shuddering, she raised her eyes to mine. Dearest gods, she was beautiful. My moonlight, my fate, my Imani.

She twitched with an aftershock and moved to rise off me.

“Stop,” I whispered.

She did, with a slight raise of one brow.

“Please let me see?” We couldn’t stay like this, but I needed to see the place our bodies joined.

“Oh, kitten, you want to see your cum drip out of me?”

My mouth hung open. Yes, yes.

She pulled her dress to her waist and stared down at me, all confidence and beauty.

Imani was perfection. I would do anything for her, anything at all. I would follow her to the ends of the galaxy if she ordered it, fling myself into the depths of the planet, jump through the void to be with her. Joining with Imani was every heaven on every world, and I needed more.

Her cunt lips stretched obscenely round my shaft as she drew up, shuddering as my beads slipped past the most sensitive places inside, my shaft glistening with our shared wetness. “This is going to make a mess,” she whispered, reverent, mischievous.

“Then let it. I want to see.”

She lifted off with a wet sound. My seed flowed from her beautiful cunt in trails down her legs, drips landing on my cock and stomach. I had the strangest urge to catch it with my fingers, to press it back inside her perfect body, the place it belonged.

But Imani grabbed a towel from the chair, cleaning herself up before taking another one and doing the same for me.

She brought two mugs of water and ran a hand down my cheek. “Are you okay? I don’t know what it’s like for you, but for humans, the first time someone does that is kind of a big deal.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I didn’t care. “I feel wonderful, my moonlight.” Then, unsure of the etiquette, “Thank you.”

She gave me one of her pure joy smiles. “You’re very welcome. That was… everything I dreamed it would be.”

My Aimanei has dreamed of this too. I shifted up the bed to sitting. “Can I hold you?”

“Always.”

I gathered her close, breathing her in, her scent, her rich, warm presence, so small, yet so big it filled the space. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with this incredible woman in my arms and cradle her like we had forever, but I wouldn’t ask for more than she’d given me; if I pushed too hard, I could push her away.

My whole life had been a holding pattern until I met her. For my Imani, my fate, I would be patient. I ran my fingertips down her cheek, delighting in the softness of her skin. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“If I’m a little sore, it’s in a very, very good way.” She squeezed me tight then pulled away. Her gaze lingered on me for a long moment, my eyes, my mouth.

Then the door.

No, no, she wasn’t running away. Not after this. “Will you watch Lovers with me today? We should both still be resting. And this episode might be when Vaenallra finally lets Yoria in. I’ll make you a tea.”

I watched her think about it: the flicks of her eyes around the room, her lips pressed together, her hands twitching.

Stay. Please.

She tipped her eyes to the gods, brows knitted together as if fighting an inner war. Then she swallowed. Smiled. “Okay. I’d like that.”

Relief washed through me, a warm glow as deep as my bones. I patted the bed as I stood. “Get yourself comfortable, my moonlight.”

I WOKE IN THE night to aching bones and raging need, unlike anything since the first few days of kalidi. Trying to get comfortable was impossible. Trying to bring my own relief was equally as futile, my muscles as unresponsive as usual.

And my bed was empty.

Imani had stayed with me until late evening. I had hoped she’d want to sleep here again, but she insisted on returning to her own room, yet again insisting it would complicate matters.