Stolen - Nhys Glover Page 0,61

and she directed the head of my cock to her entrance. Drawing one deep breath, I let go of all else and began to slide home. Yes, home. That was what this feeling was.

The wet heat of her shocked me, even though I’d already experienced it with my tongue. Now her walls seemed to close in around me, making me feel precious and welcome. Like a handshake or hug from someone you cared about. But better, so much better.

The slide in was tight and she stayed still beneath me as I sank each inch into her a little further. Finally, when I was buried deep, I kissed her mouth once more.

“So good,” I growled into her mouth, taking care not to catch my fangs on her lip again.

‘Yeah, it is. Who’d have thought…’

It took a moment to realize that she hadn’t spoke aloud. I’d heard her words in my head. We had Mind Speak. Hah! It wasn’t just for Rian and that Theran interloper.

‘Lain,’ she scolded, although her pants took away a little of the censure.

I could feel how full she felt and how aroused. She was ready to come apart, but was holding on for me.

I knew she wanted me to thrust deep and slow inside her. I felt much thicker than Charsus. More like those bastards. But they’d been rough and hurried. They were angry with her when they didn’t ejaculate, even though they did finally come.

The images of those bastards almost had me pulling out in horror. How could she want me inside her after the pain they’d caused her?

‘No… No, this is nothing like that. Nothing!’ she cried, holding me to her. ‘I need this. I need you to drive the memory of them away. Be gentle, okay. That’s all I ask. Gentle.’

I could be gentle. I had to be. There was no way I was going to hurt this beautiful girl the way those monsters had hurt her. How had she stood it without going insane? How could she even look at us without vomiting? No wonder she preferred the Theran to us.

‘No…I don’t… Stop spoiling the moment. I need to come so desperately,’ she moaned into my mind.

I pushed away my concerns and focused on giving her what she needed. I used my cock to stroke her insides, building the tension that was pushing her higher. It was incredible to feel her feelings, the sensation of me inside her. Pride made my heart sing. I was making her feel good, really good.

And as she climbed the final peak, I did too. As I felt her let go and take flight, so did I. The sensation of the freefall was frightening and intense, and so incredibly pleasurable I couldn’t believe such pleasure was possible. Yes, I’d been told what it was like. But being told and experiencing it was worlds apart.

When we began to come down, I gently disengaged our bodies, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I was still hard, of course, as I hadn’t ejaculated. But the orgasm had left me drained in the best way possible.

I lay down at her side on the bed, panting as if I’d run a race. This was what it felt like to have a podmate. The intense tenderness I felt for her threatened to undo me.

Jenna must have felt it—that tenderness—because, when I looked at her, I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. The smile that went with them broke me. It was healing. I sensed that my tenderness, more than the sex, had healed some of her deepest wounds. Not just from the renegades but…

I saw the male standing in the aisle of books. At first I couldn’t work out what the woman on her knees before him was doing. Surely not that in a public place? But the horror and betrayal Jenna felt told me that yes, what I thought was happening was actually taking place. This was the man she was going to marry. And he cared so little for her that he would take his pleasure with another in public.

My arms came around her, holding her close to my heart, bleeding for her pain. How could some weedy little jerk like that throw away this woman for a few pathetic moments of pleasure?

Jenna sniffed and burrowed into me. “Thank you… You have no idea how feeling your indignation at Toby’s behavior touches me. And yeah, compared to you, he was a weed.” She laughed a little through