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As he spoke, he’d already carried me back into the mansion, through the sitting room, and was headed for the stairs at the end of the hall.

“Oh, is that how it’s going to go?” I giggled.

I couldn’t even believe myself. Since when had I turned into a giggling, blushing schoolgirl? When was the last time I’d looked forward to sex? Been nervous about sex? Anticipated sex? Felt…felt beautiful and desired and wanted and…

“Yes,” Ellax agreed, now carrying me swiftly up the stairs, his arms never slacking, his strength far greater than his slender frame might have indicated. “And before the end I will have you crying out my name in pleasure, or my name is not Ellax Pendorgrin and I am not a Lead Advisor on the Interstellar Coalition.”

“Oh?” I dug my fingertips into his shoulders, shivering, pressing my thighs together, already shaking with need. “That sounds like a challenge to me.”

Once in our bedroom, he sat me down and gathered me in his arms, dipping his head to kiss me. Hot, hungry, demanding, exploring. His lips went from my mouth to my ear, my cheek, my neck.

“It is a challenge I will win, I assure you,” he breathed as his lips kissed down towards the neckline of my shirt, while his hands untucked my blouse and slid underneath it, slowly reaching higher and higher.

My head had involuntarily drifted back, my breasts straining towards him, eager for his touch. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t get any words out to argue with him. Nor did I want to.

I think this is a challenge he’s going to win.

And I was happy to let him.

Chapter 41

Ellax

In challenging Lorelai, I’d challenged myself. I knew I could please her…couldn’t I? When had I ever failed, if I’d set my mind to the job? Truthfully, had I taken the time to examine my past, I might have been forced to reckon with the fact that I had not always been the most generous of lovers.

I didn’t want to face my past tonight. I didn’t want to think of any other female. Didn’t want to remember lying with anyone else.

Lorelai.

Her face, her scent, the softness of her skin, the hitches in her breath, her quiet cries…all of them were like blitza or lyven to me, and I was drunk on her as I kissed and touched her, worshipped her, tasted her, loved her. And when she returned the favor, touching me, kissing, and tasting me in return…

I nearly exploded.

The inkling I’d already garnered, the suspicions I’d scarcely dared harbor, that she was my mate and the universe itself had decreed we should be together, blossomed into full and final fruition. The moment I finally joined my body with hers was the moment I knew not only pleasure but a feeling of completeness, belonging, and ownership, as well as the sense of being owned by another. It was so unlike anything I’d felt before, that I had no name for it. A resounding confirmation that I was right. The universe had sent me this human female, not merely to mother me an heir, but to complete me.

Fulfill me.

Possess me.

Own me.

“Ellax,” my human wife said, when we were temporarily finished—because I certainly did not intend to be finished for the night— “I hate to say it, but…you win.”

I knew exactly what she meant. I wanted to hear her say it.

“I win what?” I demanded.

“You know.” She traced the lines of my chest with a finger, the simple act igniting fire beneath my skin. “You made me say your name.”

“You did not merely say my name.”

She laughed. “You’re right. I cried out your name, or however you put it. I hope you’re satisfied. You win.”

“Satisfied?” I had never felt more satisfied in my entire life. Grasping her bare buttocks, I drew her hips closely into me, nestling her body into every line and hollow of mine. “I am thoroughly satisfied. At present. However, I sense it will not be long before I become unsatisfied again. And I hope you will too.”

She craned her neck to look up into my face.

“So, this is what a honeymoon is like, huh?”

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