He didn’t mind, however. Once he was finished with her body, there wouldn’t be a strand of hesitation in her when it came to him.
“It was good,” she said softly.
“Good?” he repeated.
“Amazing,” she corrected with a small smile.
He chortled, amused, but then sobered. “Was it painful?”
Evelyn swallowed. “Not painful. Just a little uncomfortable at first. I got used to it. I…liked it.”
Khiva growled, pleased. “Pax?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You still wish to continue later?” he asked.
There was no hesitation that time. “Yes,” she answered.
Khiva recognized his own profound relief, though he felt slightly guilty for it. He didn’t know how he could’ve handled another night without knowing her intimately, without knowing her tight heat clenched around him as he emptied his cum inside her.
It was Keriv’i nature to want to mark their chosen mates and lovers. His race had acute senses, smell specifically. And when it came to mates, Keriv’i ‘marked’ them in theirteela, their cum. Other Keriv’i males could scent it and stayed away. Only the foolish did not, since Keriv’i tended to be intensely possessive.
So, it was a dangerous thought for Khiva to want to mark Evelyn in the Keriv’i way.Pax, he orgasmed in every client that visited him because it was expected of him, but he never truly marked any of them. The marking of a lover in the Keriv’i way was…intense. It was vigorous.
He didn’t know if a human female would be able to withstand it.
He had no business thinking about it, however. Even though Evelyn intrigued him and he desired her with an intensity he’d never felt before, there was no future for them. There couldn’t be. She was a human female and he was her Krave whore. And Madame Allegria…she might not ever let him go, even when he eventually saved up enough credits for passage off Everton.
Khiva shifted Evelyn until she was turned in his lap so he could look upon her pleasing features. His cock throbbed between them, but Khiva ignored the pressing need, knowing that they had all night. And he would savor every moment with her.
He lifted his hands from the water and smoothed them over her arms before straying to her heavy breasts. Evelyn sucked in a small breath as he curled his palms underneath their weight.
“Do I take too many liberties?” he asked, his voice dark and soft. “Touching you in this way?”
“N-no,” she replied. Then Khiva watched as she bit her lip. “Do your other clients…do they not let you touch them?”
Khiva smoothed his thumbs over her budded nipples at the same time, watching them tighten even further.
Carefully, he said, “I am a Krave. I do what my clients wish of me. The females that visit me…they know exactly what they want. They do not come for anything other than myteela. So,veki. I do not freely touch them. Not like this.”
Evelyn went silent and for a moment, Khiva wondered if he’d said the wrong thing, if he’d been too honest.
But then she said softly, “I like when you touch me.”
A surprised, pleased trill worked up his throat. “And I like touching you, Evelyn.”
Her cheeks colored slightly and her gaze dropped to his chest, watching the water gleam off his flesh.
“Will you need to oil your skin again?” she asked. “After we get out of the bath?”
His thumbs brushed her nipples again in tandem. “Would you like me to?”
“I…I might want to help you,” she responded, a little breathlessly.
Heat flooded his flesh at her words. He swallowed, hard, at the image in his mind of her helping him with something so intimate as that.
Still, he couldn’t help but say, “You surprise me, female.”
