Page 140 of Tempting Fate

I rolled to my back as quick as I could. My cock strained against my breeches as she straddled me, seeking the heat of her cunt. My hands drifted to her hips. “May I touch you?”

“You may.”

I ran greedy hands over her legs, her hips. Such beautiful, plush curves, perfect for squeezing. Would she let me touch her skin again? Please let me.

My thoughts tumbled away in the tangle of our mouths.

Her hands slid under my tunic, but I stopped them with a gentle grip.

“Wait,” I murmured.

“You okay?”

“Will you… I want to see you too. I want this time to be different.” She’d always stayed clothed before. Even when we’d mated, she’d kept her tunic on, kept that barrier between us.

She caught a lip between her teeth. “I want that. Sit up.” Slowly, she peeled off her garments, revealing more and more of her soft skin. The curves of her stomach, the swells of her breasts, the lines of her arms, her neck, that deep, rich brown lit with thousands of glowbug kisses, radiant in pinks and golds.

I sucked in a breath. “Sweet, blessed Kri, you’re perfect. May I touch you?”

“Like this?” Imani brought a hand to her face. She drew it down her neck in a languorous stroke, lingering over her collarbone, stroking across it, then down until she cupped a breast, eyes fluttering closed.

My cock strained in my breeches, a growl rumbling in my chest as I reached out and mirrored her movements.

Holy Kri, so soft.

I let instinct guide me, kissing her, her lips, her neck, laving the tender flesh there, then down her chest, smoothing my fingers over her thick, dark nipple.

A tense. A sigh. A moan.

I sucked a nipple into my mouth, batting her hand away from the other. “Mine.”

My claim rumbled over her heated flesh. It was the truth of my bones, the truth of my soul: I would bond with her a thousand times over if I could only keep her like this—relaxed and pliant and giving and perfect and mine.

Her whole body shivered just as my bones answered me, grounding me. She rocked against me, and I was suddenly desperate to be free of my breeches, needing to be inside her as she gasped and writhed on top of me while I tasted the perfection of her skin.

“Stop.” A quiet command, but a command nonetheless. Her breasts heaved, her lips parted. “Would you like to taste me?”

I whimpered in the back of my throat. As I opened my mouth, the sound flowed into the room in a long, drawn out moan that sang of all my desire, pitched so perfectly that Imani rocked backwards with the force of it.

“Naughty kitten.” She glanced around the cavern. “If we were in bed, I would bind you. If you would want that.”

“Bind me?”

“It’s what shaa and shaa’ith do with their ki’tsis. They’d tie you down in bed and take complete control.”

Tie me… I softened underneath her, craving whatever it was she was offering. “Ki’tsi? Nobody would tell me what it means. And you know? Will you tell me? Please?” I did not wish to delay our pleasure, but I had been chasing this knowledge for weeks.

“I can try. I only know what I’ve heard, and the equivalent human words can’t express it properly but... It’s a shaa thing. They are all either the one in control, or the one who surrenders. It’s like… an innate instinct. And some shaa’ith inherit these traits.”

Yes, this felt like a truth. “I am told two kri’ith constantly fight for dominance when they mate. But you are saying only one is like that, and the other is always the opposite?” The kri’ith desire came fleetingly for me, but the other thing...

“Yes. And they call that one ‘ki’tsi.’ You’ve seen the tattoos some of the villagers have? All shaa have them to mark which designation they are.”

I wanted to ask her more, but she hadn’t stopped rocking her hips as we spoke, and a whine of need escaped me. “What about this binding?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “I don’t know how true it is, but I heard all ki’tsis are tied down during sex. Every. Single. Time.”

A full body shudder rippled through me.