Barbarian's Bride (Ice Planet Barbarians)

I move over her, fascinated by her body. "I can taste you anywhere?"

"Absolutely." She reaches up and caresses my cheek, her thumb skimming over my lips. "Let me reassure you again I am not a fragile flower. Do whatever you like with me. I promise I'll enjoy it."

"Do not worry," I reassure her. I lean down and kiss her mouth, loving the feel of her lips on mine. Why have my people never kissed before? It seems such an obvious thing now. "I will be the gentlest of mates from now on."

"Oh. Okay. Great." No-rah gives me a bright smile.

I press a kiss to her shoulder and then look up to see if she likes it. She runs her fingers through my messy mane, brushing it back from my face in a tender gesture, and so I continue kissing her, pressing my mouth down her body and tasting her. When Vektal told us of Shorshie and the other females, he swore that the saying is true—that nothing tastes better than a resonance mate on your tongue—and I am eager to experience this for myself. I kiss down her arm and then across her soft abdomen.

I head lower, between her thighs, to where she has a charming tuft of dark hair concealing her cunt. I love the sight of it, and brush my lips over it before heading lower, to the source of her rich scent.

She moans encouragement, and I press my mouth to her folds. I dip my tongue into their depths, wanting to taste her, and moan as the flavor of my mate dances over my tongue. She is musky and sweet, tasting just like her arousal smells, and nothing has ever been better. With a wild growl, I clutch at her thighs, pushing them farther apart so I can feast upon her. I move my tongue over her folds, pleasuring the little bump there—the third nipple, as Vektal called it once. No-rah likes this, and she calls out softly to me as I lap at her, drinking her in.

"Dagesh," she whimpers. "I need more. Need you inside me."

"Soon," I promise her. I want to make her come with just my tongue. I want to watch her clench up with her release.

No-rah has other ideas, though. She grabs a fistful of my mane and tugs, frantic. "Now," she pants. "Come inside me. Resonance."

I am weak. So weak. Because I cannot resist the temptation of sinking into her.

I cover my mate, and her thighs eagerly grip mine. She reaches for me as I move over her, and when I sink deep, she hisses with pleasure. And then…I am lost again. Nothing feels as good as the clasp of her hot cunt on my cock, the way she grips my length as if she was made for me. I pump into her slowly, deliberately, wanting to make this good for her. To be careful with my fragile, precious mate. I must remember that she needs a tender hand, not a rough one.

So I am gentle with her. I move slowly. I watch her face for pleasure as I take her, each stroke careful and restrained. "More," she pleads, giving me a sultry look of encouragement. "More."

I keep moving at a leisurely pace, my teeth gritted. I cannot give her more. If I do, I will lose control. I reach up and caress her bouncing teats instead, brushing my thumb over the nipple of one. She gives a little quiver and cries out, her cunt clenching once around my cock.

It is enough. With relief, I stop holding back, pumping into her with a few more strokes before I release. It is not as wild as before, but I do not mind. I lean over my mate and kiss her soft, sweet mouth as I shudder over her.

Gentle matings are much better.

9

NORA

Gentle sex is a nightmare.

I stroke Dagesh's shoulder, trying to hide my frustration. The sex was fine. Not mind-blowing. Not amazing. Just…fine. I had a tiny orgasm. Just a tiny one. It's fine.

It's all fine.

No matter how much I ask him to be a little rougher, a little fiercer, he won't. He doesn't like the idea. He sees the bruises on my skin and feels like a monster, not realizing that they don't bother me. That to me, they're just signs of a good time. I'm starting to worry that the explosive wall sex was a fluke. That I'm not going to get taken hard like I want.

I'm going to be stuck with gentle vanilla sex for the rest of my days.

It's fine. Really. It's fine.

It's just…different. I really like Dagesh. I like his body. I like his voice. I like his smile, his earnestness, his determination to be a good mate to me. I'm realizing quickly though that no one on this planet is into kink. That my new handsome mate is going to be revolted at the thought of being rough with me, even if it's what I want, what I need to get off.