Page 35 of Keeping Freya
She softens a bit in my arms. “It’s okay, I guess I’m not used to being held anymore.”
“I will hold you any time you want me to.” The bond pulses, but we stay silent after that outburst.
“T’Rak,” she whispers.
“Yes.”
“I think I want to kiss you again.”
I loosen my arms, and she turns around, touching my cheek with the palm of her hand. I wait until she crosses the space between us, and I immediately open when I feel her lips on mine. Her soft tongue tangles with mine, and it takes everything in me to keep my control from slipping. The way she arouses me with just one kiss.
The need to touch her, to pleasure her, is overwhelming. I nip at her lip and gently kiss her jaw, her neck, and her arousal blooms, nearly overwhelming me.
“Please, can I touch you?” I’m not opposed to begging, if I can only touch her, taste her.
She bites her lip. “I want to, it’s just…”
Sitting back on my knees, I look at her, and tears shine in her eyes. “Don’t freak out, okay? Promise me.”
“I promise.” The words leave my lips without thinking. I will promise her everything she needs. She takes me by the hand, and I curl my body next to hers as she guides my fingers under the hem of her shirt. I expect to find smooth skin, but instead I see the jagged edges of a scar. Fire ignites as I finally understand why she was so hesitant for me to touch her.
My hand slides higher, and I feel stiff skin and raised edges everywhere. I seek out her eyes, asking for permission, and she nods before sitting up and slowly removing her shirt.
She is breathtaking, magnificent—even with the array of scars all over her body.
I cannot control a low growl. “Who hurt you?”
“Sternotheri,” she whispers, before I see her straightenher spine and raising her chin. “They paid for what they did, and I survived. I am stronger than them.”
The bond pulses, and I am filled with awe for this exceptional female. “You are stronger than they will ever be, every one of them combined. You are so strong, Fr’Ya.” I reach out and tentatively touch the biggest scar on her stomach.
“I wish I could kill them all over for you.”
I lay down, pulling myself with her again, and our foreheads touch. “Would you have killed them slowly?” she asks.
“Very slowly.”
Our eyes lock, and fire ignites between us. We kiss, and both our hands are roaming, lust clouding my brain. I kiss her neck and she moans. “Tell me what to do.”
Her eyes snap open. “Will you do everything I say?” A smile plays across her lips.
“Anything.” I am desperate to please her; to pleasure her any way she lets me.
“Touch my breasts, gently squeeze them, not too tight.”
I obey, my big hands enveloping her breasts. They are big and fit my hands perfectly. Fr’Ya moans and throws her head back.
“My nipples are extra sensitive,” she pants. I gently caress them with my thumbs.
“Harder!” she commands, and I obey. She starts writhing against me, and in a flash of instinct, I bow my head down and take one of her nipples in my mouth. She cries out, grabbing hold of my horns while I steady myself with one hand next to her body.
“Yessss,” she moans. “Oh, please, T’Rak. More!”
Her tight grip on my horns makes my cock twitch. I feel myself leaking, but this is not about me. It is about her.
“More, where?”
“Everywhere,” she whimpers. “But move… down.”
