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“Let me, please,” she says. “I want to see you. I want to feel your bare skin against mine. I trust you, remember?”

I savor the truth in her words a moment longer before I finally nod and allow her to continue with her task. De-von works quickly, and soon I am raising my hips and she is tugging my trou down my legs and tossing them aside to land on top of her discarded covering.

My body is on fire. I worry the heat will consume us both. De-von, however, doesn’t appear affected by, or even notice, it. Instead, she scans the length of my body. Her throat bobs as she swallows and an image of her with my cock in her mouth as she drinks down the mating fluid I fill it with pops in my head. I blink it away when that feral need to rut and breed her threatens to take over.

Slow. No hurt.

“Can I touch you?” De-von asks.

I nod my assent. With careful and unhurried movements, she reaches out and traces a path along my bare chest and the ridges of my stomach. My muscles twitch which makes her laugh softly.

“You’re not ticklish are you?”

Uncertain what De-von means, I remain silent and let her continue her exploration while silently sending myself reminders to take care with her. The flesh around my fangs ache. I wish to rut and lose myself in my mate’s cunt and when she’s coming around my cunt, I want to bite her, leaving my mating mark for all to see.

“Look at me, Alik,” De-von demands.

I blink away my previous thoughts and meet her eyes. My hold has tightened on her, and I quickly loosen it. Shame once again threatens to make me retreat, but she won’t allow it. Our mating dance starts slowly again. Her lips meet mine and she teases the seam with her tongue. I open for her and allow her entry. Desire flares between us, but I let the heat simmer instead of boil over.

My control is a tentative thing, but I will not let it loose. I focus on nothing but De-von’s pleasure and making sure she is satisfied. Any thoughts of breeding her need to be squashed. I will not hurt her.

“You’re in your head again, aren’t you?” she asks. “You don’t need to think so hard. Just go slow and easy and do whatever feels right. Trust yourself like I trust you.”

Trust myself. I can do this. I can give De-von pleasure without causing pain. Treat her like she is a treasure to cherish. The same way I cherish the small gifts she has brought me during her visits. Do not let instinct rule me.

“De-von.” I say her name like a benediction.

“Touch me, Alik. Mate with me so we can know if I’m your heart’s fire.”

I already know. No other female could feel as though she has been made for me. I am certain of this. My mind may often be filled with chaos and darkness, but De-von is fated to be my mate.

With sure hands, I caress her face, keeping my touch gentle. She leans into me, deepening the contact. I carefully explore her body that is so different from mine. While our coloring is nearly identical, she is soft in all the places I am hard. Her curves perfectly align with me though. We fit together as if we are two halves of one whole.

I claim De-von’s mouth with mine, for the first time taking the lead. My movements are unhurried as I learn all the places that bring her the most pleasure, like the spot I nuzzle behind her ear. The scent of her hair embeds itself in my nose. The fragrance is both familiar and also unknown.

I discover my answer regarding the softness of it as well. It is coarser than I expected—nothing like any Bohnari’s—but the texture is pleasing against my fingertips. When I spear my hand through the long length of it and cradle De-von’s head, she moans a pleasing sound.

“That feels so good.”

Eager to find what other ways my touch brings her pleasure I trace the line of her jaw and down her neck. Her breasts jut out and the pebbled centers are hard little nubs. With my tongue, I flick one. De-von’s back arches and she cries out. For a moment, I fear I’ve hurt her, but she grips my head between her hands and holds me tighter against her.

I treat the other nub the same, flicking its hardness with the tip of my tongue before taking her breast more fully within my mouth.

“Yes,” De-von pleads.

My confidence that I can maintain control grows. My movements become less hesitant. I suckle at her breasts before tasting my way down her stomach toward her hot and wet cunt. Just above her slit, I discover a third hardened nub. When I brush my tongue over it, De-von cries out my name as her entire body shudders. Her blunt nails dig into my shoulders where she clutches at me with a needy desperation.

I latch onto the swollen bead and work it between my tongue and teeth, gently scraping them across it. More fluid pours from her. I breathe in its musky odor. My cock throbs. My own mating fluid spills from the tiny opening at the end of it. I seek out De-von’s opening with my fingers and slide a single digit inside her.

She clamps down on it, and all I can think is how it will feel when it’s my cock. The imagined sensation is so powerful I nearly release my seed. I hold it back, because I will be inside her when that happens.

“De-von,” I grit out her name between clenched teeth.

“I need more. Please,” she begs.

Doing as she wishes, I add a second finger and begin a steady thrusting motion that matches the tempo of my tongue licking and suckling at the sensitive nub buried between her legs. I play De-von’s body like an instrument until she reaches the peak of her pleasure. She cries out my name and her cunt spasms around my fingers.

Slowly she comes down from her high, but before she can fully recover I roll to my back and drag her with me so she is spread over me. My cock notches against her opening and I thrust upward without conscious thought. De-von adjusts her positioning and reaches between us to palm my length. She lifts up and slowly lowers herself onto my cock until it is fully seated inside her.