My imagination maybe?”
After appearing to give this some thought, he nodded. “I’m good with that. Kissing you is certainly better than anything I ever imagined.” Quirking a brow, he added, “In the kissing department, that is. I can think of a few things I enjoy as much, if not more.”
“I agree completely.” Klara had a brief moment to register that they were now in a room with a bed before being laid gently on the sheets. The bed in Pelarus’s palace might have been softer, but never having shared it with Moe rendered it shoddy in the extreme.
The mattress sank beneath his weight as he moved in beside her. He slid a hand up her bare thigh, setting off a wave of delightful tingles. “Have I told you how much I like this dress?”
“Not really.” Growling, she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him down for a savage kiss. “You never said how much you liked it. Only that it was nice.”
“Must’ve been stunned speechless, a reaction which I’m sure you’ll agree was entirely justified.”
“It is very pretty,” she conceded. “Better be careful taking it off.”
He was already pulling down the shoulder straps. “Can’t promise that. Especially since you already ripped the hell out of it. Although in a sense, it is your wedding dress—on Earth, it would certainly qualify—so I’ll do my best to preserve it for posterity.”
“What the devil does that mean?”
He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Something to keep forever to remind you of a truly wonderful and important event.”
“Got it.” She turned onto her side. “It unfastens in the back.”
Moe chuckled. “Pelarus must really enjoy undoing buttons. There have to be at least fifty of them.” He proceeded to undo them one at a time in an excruciatingly slow manner that had Klara biting her lip in frustration.
The teasing touch of his fingers on her back and his warm breath on her neck nearly drove her insane. “Mother of the gods! Will you please hurry up?”
“You told me to be careful,” he chided.
“There’s careful and then there’s unnecessarily careful.”
She hadn’t even drawn another breath before he tossed her dress onto a nearby chair. His own clothing went flying a moment later.
“Oh, wow…”
“Fastest fingers this side of Barada Seven.” He waggled his fingers. “None of my brothers ever beat me at video games.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” She gasped as he slid his cock into her sheath with unerring precision.
“I seem to be getting better at that, too,” he purred.
“Yes, you are.”
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him in deeper, reveling in the glorious sensation of being completely filled by him. Even the memory of feeling ill vanished as he began rocking into her. Within moments, her first orgasm tightened her hold on him.
“Everything’s better now,” she said when she had enough breath to speak.
“And it’s gonna keep right on getting better,” he said. “You just wait and see.”
She didn’t doubt him for an instant.
Moe already felt wonderful, but reuniting with one’s mate had to be the best feeling in the history of emotions. Relief, joy, downright giddy with happiness… What more was there to say than— “I love you, Klara. Don’t know how I ever lived without you. You’re my first, last, and only love.”
Her smile told him those sentiments were returned in full. “I see why you loved Althea, though. She’s absolutely beautiful.”
Moe winced. “Thought you might’ve forgotten about that.”
“Not likely.” Klara stroked his cheek in a caress so light he barely felt it. “I had a stake in that relationship, you know.”
He turned to kiss her palm, lingering long enough to savor her unique essence. “You can forget it now. I certainly have. I was glad to see her again, of course, but only the way I would feel toward any lifelong friend I hadn’t seen in months.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Wouldn’t want to have to battle it out with a woman who actually has, you know, powers.”
“I can relate to that. We were all a little leery of her even as children. She showed promise as a Mordrial witch from a very early age.”
“Sure you don’t have any Mordrial blood yourself? The, um, speed, I mean.”
Moe shrugged. “Just a random mutation that occurred when two different species mated. Nobody else in the family has it—at least, not that I know of. Althea’s brother Aidan kept his powers secret for a long time. Some of the others might have done the same thing.”
Moe thought they were