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I gasp as my body grips him like a glove around a hand. The pressure is already so intense and I feel so full and I…
“Is this it? Am I still…a virgin?”
He barks out a desperate laugh. “Hexa, Svera. You are still a virgin. I’m not all the way inside you yet.” He laces his fingers with mine. He presses his lips to the center of my forehead.
“Are you…cold?”
He laughs again, more fully this time, and his whole body shakes with the sound. “Nox, Svera. I’m onfire.”
“But you’re trembling.”
“You,” he grumbles, voice so low I almost can’t make it out.
“Verax.”
And then a little louder. “You make me feel like I’ve never done this before.”
“Are you…” I hesitate, and in the haze of my fever, the word tumbles out, “nervous?”
“Xoking terrified. The garden is a beautiful place and I’m scared to enter it with you because I may never leave it. I shouldn’t want to stay there, but I…I think I do.”
I shiver, and that small voice surges, demanding to be heard.This is more than flesh. This is Xanaxana. What will joining now mean for us?But it doesn’t matter when I inhale his sweet citrus into me.
I writhe, trying to get some friction against my clit. “Take me to the garden, Krisxox,” I mewl.
The indigo in his ridges blazes even brighter and he releases a brutish grunt. He meets my gaze and nods just once.
“Three.”
He pushes forward with one hard jerk and every muscle in my body tightens in unison. I scream and it is apainedscream. I’m trying to get away, but Krisxox is holding me still, steady. He plants strangely sweet kisses all over my forehead and throat.Strange for a male incapable of love that he should be so loving…
My eyes squeeze shut tight, but Krisxox is murmuring in my ear. He bites the lobe, laves the inside and then kisses the tender skin behind it. I’m suddenly distracted by the rush of warmth that cascades down my left side. He tells me to breathe, so I breathe.
Whoosh. That’s the sound of my soul leaving my body. Aaahhh. That’s the sound of my soul resettling over my limp frame.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “There…” His voice sounds more pained than I feel and he barks into the curve of my neck when his hips retreat just a hair, then move forward.
He repeats the motion, hardly moving at all, and snarls again. Meanwhile, I’m going through my own spiral. Competing sensations are warring over my body. Desire versus fear. Warmth versus ice. Pleasure versus pain. With another soft roll of his body over mine, pleasure finally wins.
“Krisxox…”
His hips shift back even further until almost all of him is out of me. I push back on his shoulders and look down at the space between our bodies, the product of my virginity shimmering on his rock solid erection in shades of pink.
“Oh stars…”
“Xok!” He roars at the same time. “Svera, I…I just…” He doesn’t finish that sentence. He doesn’t finish any sentence, even though he starts a dozen. Or a hundred.
My legs are spread around him so wide they start to shake and burn. Which is good, because this way my outsides can match my insides.
“Fill me, Krisxox. I want your seed inside.”
“Xok! Svera!”
The shadow of a smile falls across my lips when he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. He is shining with a legion of colors, white and lavender screaming louder than the rest. Surprise. Somehow, that fuels me more than the sight of the purple. Krisxox, who has been with so many females he has likely sampled all Voraxia has to offer, issurprisedby me.
“Verax,” he manages to grunt, though it’s hardly intelligible.
I’m still thinking about that surprise. It’s brighter than the lavender. Does that mean it’s a good surprise? Or not good? Gasping and panting, I manage to squeeze out the words I need to.
