“No,” I said, a little flustered. “I never thought you were a virgin. I’m not either, by the way, so don’t get any ideas about my purity on the wedding night.”
“I don’t know what that means,” he said. “You stumped my translator.”
“The wedding night? It’s when, traditionally, a husband and wife um… consummate their marriage. People used to expect women to be virgins until they were married.”
“No offense, but that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said.
“Oh, no, I’m with you one hundred percent on that,” I agreed. “Dumbest shit ever. We call it misogyny.”
“We don’t expect anyone to bepure,” he said, “Intimacy is a female’s right, whether she’s mated or not.”
“So you don’t mind that I’ve been with other men?”
He scowled. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you do?” I couldn’t help the sultry grin that took over my face. “Are you sure you still want me?
He made a deep, wordless sound. “Aneah, Iwant you. It’s obscene how much I wanna get inside you.”
“Yeah?” I licked my lips, and he watched the motion with dangerous focus.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Show me.”
Oh my god.Where did I get the audacity to saythat? But Yiri’s face stretched into a lazy, self-satisfied smile as he adjusted his mod frame thingy so the camera panned down, showing me more of him. My eyes immediately fastened to the bulge beneath his loose pants, and then his hand as he finally pushed the waistband down, down,down, showing me his thickening cock.
“You wanted to see this, wife?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Well, you did promise to show me what your hands could do,” I reminded him.
He grunted, wrapping his big hand around himself and giving a languid tug. “This is something you wanna see?”
“Do I want to see my hot as hell fiancé jerk off for me?” I laughed. No.I giggled. The thought that I mightnotwant to see that was just too absurd. “Yes, please.”
“Please, huh?” he teased, staring at me through the camera as he slowly squeezed and relaxed his fist. “Is it something you’d be willing to ask me nicely for?”
I spluttered out a bunch of incoherent syllables, my brain melting from the sexy as hell visual and the sheer arrogance of this man.
But, uh, yeah. I’d be willing to beg for it. In fact… I kind of hoped he’d make me.
CHAPTER 14
YIRI
Cora’s faceflushed a delicate pink, and her eyes were twin pools of flame. I couldn’t wait to have her here. Now that she’d accepted me, I was finally letting myselffeelhow much I wanted her. It was always there, but until she said yes, I kept it locked down tight. It felt like a curse that I’d found myAneahso far away from me. There was so much between us. Distance, obligations, family. Any number of things could change her mind, and yet her chest rose and fell with quickened breath as her attention shifted where I guided it. My sweet little mate was not immune to the attraction between us. ThankIbar.
And thankIbarthat she wasn’t offended by my dominance the way a daernir female would have been. Every time I pressed my luck with her, a part of me was holding my breath for her rejection. But every time she stepped up to the line and gave me what I asked for, not with resignation, but with willing and enthusiastic submission. All the more reason that Ihadto prepare myself to wait for her to invite me to be with her. I’d show her that Icould, even if we both enjoyed it when I took charge.
“Please, will you show me how you pleasure yourself?” she asked sweetly.
See? She’ll ask for me as soon as I meet her in Muria.
But, like the bad, greedy male I was, I wanted more, so I waited, only flexing my fist slowly around my rigid shaft.
Cora wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, not looking away from the object of her desire. “Please, Yiri. I watch that video of your hand flexing every night and think about you doing this, or touching me, or…. “
“Or what,Aneah?”
