Noises came out of her, those coos and hums that she’d heard about but never really experienced. She had always thought that they were forced or something.
No.
She just needed someone to bring them out of her.
He murmured something against her neck.
“What was that?”
He smiled. “I like the sounds you make.”
“You bring them out of me.” She stroked his cheek. “Do you have pheromones or something that entices women?”
“Nothing but my charm.”
“Well, as long as that charm is not focused on anyone but me,” she said.
“Of course not,” he said. He laid his arm over her, on his side next to her. “I assume that is part of your demands for your vow?”
“Faithfulness? Yes. Of course.”
“Easy enough.” He slid his hand under the neckline of her blouse, stroking her skin beneath.
“Do you have demands of me?” Polly asked.
“Trust. I vow to take care of you. In return, I shall be faithful.”
She nodded. “So, what do we do to solidify this? Is there a ceremony or something?”
“Nothing so pretentious.” He turned. “Activate audio log.”
A soft blue light glowed in the bedroom around the perimeter of the bedroom.
“What’s that?” She whispered.
He held up a finger. “Note the date and time. Erzo, son of Arik of Kovat Clan, and Polly, uh,” he glanced at her.
“Gillespie. Polly Gillespie,” she said, saying her surname clearly.
“Polly Gillespie,” he winked at her, “have entered a vow of commitment by Charro law, binding them as mated in the eyes of the Charro.”
“Noted,” a soft male voice said.
“End record,” Erzo said.
“That’s it? We’re married?”
“Mated, yes.” Erzo said. “Is it more complicated on your world?”
“Yes. There’s planning and ceremonies and the celebrations and the wedding night and the?—"
“What is the wedding night?”
“The consummation of the marriage. The first time the couple has sex.”
“Now that is a ceremony I can get behind,” he said and nuzzled her again.
“You just want to get me naked.”
