Extract Miranda sighed and Zulien kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I am glad
you are mine. I do not like that you are afraid of me, Miranda. What can I
do?” he whispered.
“It is all right, Zule. There have just been a lot of things to get used to.
Where I come from, people get to know each other, and they do things together,
before they…join. I’m just nervous, but I’ll be fine.”
Zulien tilted her chin and looked into the liquid pools of her blue eyes, lit
by the moon. His mouth came down on hers, and the Atlantian ancestry she tried
to deny took over. The sensation of his tongue sliding into her mouth caused
desire and arousal to flood through her.
Zulien smelled her arousal and groaned into her mouth as her arms tried to
circle his broad back and pull him closer. His hands were buried in her long,
wavy tresses.
He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and
her bottom lip trembled. She stood and lifted the caftan over her head. Zulien
quickly removed his clothes and pulled her on top of him, thrusting his tongue
back into the warmth of her mouth.
The sparse curls on his chest tickled her nipples and sent more throbbing heat
to her core, causing violent, tight contractions at the emptiness. Miranda felt
like she was going to explode and thought, Cripes! All he’s done is kiss me.
His tongue skated across her teeth and left her mouth.
He laid her back on the pallet and leaned over her, his dark mane forming a
curtain around his face as his mouth lowered to her breast. She balled her
fists in his hair as his teeth nipped one protruding bud and proceeded to suckle
and tickle her nipple with his tongue.
She gritted her teeth, sucking gulps of air in a light hiss. His hand traveled
down her stomach to the soft, damp curls of her sex. A finger slipped along her
warm wetness and she reached blindly to stop the agony.
“I can’t. Zulien, please, I can’t.”
It was far too late for that. The denial and sacrifice that had been building
for days erupted in him, and he took the small wrist with the scarf and raised
it over her head. After circling the bedpost with the sash, he grabbed her
other wrist and secured it to the other end.
Miranda began crying. “Please, Zulien, I can’t do this. I thought I could,
but I can’t.”
He whispered in her ear, “Shh, my mate. You are safe.”
She whimpered as his kisses trailed to her weeping cleft. On the first stroke
of his tongue, her hips rose off the bed and she gasped. He wrapped his strong
arms under her thighs, spreading her while she continued to shudder and cry
softly, as his tongue lapped her warmth.
Instinctively, he knew she was all right. The passion boiling to the surface
of his little mate frightened her, but she was all right. Zulien was ecstatic.
At first, he was nervous at the thought of pleasing the Celestial, but their
mating gene was strong, and the room was permeated with their musk.
Miranda twisted her useless arms and turned her head into the pillow. His
tongue found the tight bead and she sobbed as her clenching channel tightened
with need. She did not want to do this, but how badly she needed it. She felt
her contracting core strain at the emptiness, and her mind exploded.
A vision of her standing in front of a great glass pyramid with her warrior at
her side threw her into a trance. She was wearing a sapphire robe, and their
hair was moving with the wind. There was a crescent and a full moon lighting
the darkness.
She felt him enter her with a lunging thrust and she wrapped her legs around
him. He was her warrior, her protector, her mate, and her mind cleared enough
for her to feel him inside her, his long length filling her.
Her muscles grabbed at him, gripping tightly, but his strength was great enough
that he could pull and plunge, satisfying his claim on her. He held her hips
and thrust deep, swearing oaths at the grip of her sheath. Never was there a
woman such as this, and he felt a tightening in his loins and knew he was close
to climax. He felt the heat of his seed rise and spill into her, and he yelled
his triumph.
Miranda screamed at the heat of his fluid, his bucking hips causing her to
climax again. The vision this time was of an infant lying in a cradle with the
phases of the moon, suns and stars carved into it. Whether it was a boy child
or a girl she did not know, but when she came out of the trance, Miranda knew
she was pregnant.
Zulien collapsed to the side of her. He stopped shuddering as she came out of
her trance, and after quickly untying her wrists, he pulled her up to him and
rested her head on his slick, bronze chest. He stroked her side until she
calmed.
He finally whispered, “You are all right?”
She turned her head and kissed the sweat on his chest. “I am all right, my
mate.”
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