Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Sonya made a little sound of disappointment as he stopped kissing her.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you stop?” she demanded, frowning up at him.
“Just don’t want to do anything you’re not ready to do yet,” Davrik told her.
“Well maybe I am ready,” she protested. “Look, I know you’re a lot bigger than me but I think if we went slow and careful you could, you know, fit inside me.”
Davrik’s shaft throbbed eagerly at her invitation—like all Kindred males, he was multi orgasmic, so his cock was still rock hard and ready to go again. But he knew he couldn’t do that.
“No, baby girl,” he said firmly. “You think you’re ready, but you aren’t—not yet. There are things I need to tell you before we go any further.”
“What things?” she asked, looking puzzled.
“Never mind.” Davrik shook his head. “I’ll tell you once we’re on my ship and headed away from Yonnie Six—I promise. Until then, can you just trust me?”
Sonya still looked disappointed, but she nodded.
“All right—I trust you. As long as you don’t have a crazy wife locked in the attic or something.”
Davrik stifled a laugh.
“Jane Eyre always was one of your favorite books,” he remarked, without thinking. He only realized his mistake when Sonya froze against him.
“What did you say? How did you know that?” she demanded, looking up at him.
“Oh, um…” He cleared his throat. “I meant to say it’s one of my favorite books. One of the works of Earth literature I really enjoy.”
“Oh…okay.” She shifted against him. “You seem to know a lot about Earth culture.”
“I’ve made a special study of it,” Davrik said—which was true. When he had fallen in love with his own Sonya, he had wanted to know everything there was to know about her. He had immersed himself in her world and culture to know her better.
Sonya seemed about to say something else, but then she yawned. Davrik breathed an inner sigh of relief. Having a really good orgasm had always made his own Sonya tired too. If she would just drift off to sleep and not ask any more questions, that would be wonderful.
It seemed as though someone heard his wish because Sonya repositioned herself again, resting her head against his chest, sighing contentedly.
“Davrik, will you hold me the rest of the night?” she asked. “So I don’t have any more nightmares?”
He felt his heart fist in his chest. The fact that she was willing to trust him enough to open her body for him was one thing…the fact that she trusted him even when she was sleeping was something else—another step in gaining her complete confidence so he could Claim her.
“Yes, baby girl,” he murmured. Leaning down, he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “You sleep—I won’t let the night terrors come back. I’ll wake you if you start to have a bad dream.”
“Thank…” She yawned again. “Thank you.” She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “I don’t know why you’re so good to me when you hardly know me.”
But I do know you—I know everything about you and I love all of you. I never want to let you go!
The words hovered on his lips and for a moment he considered telling her everything. But now wasn’t the time. She was drifting off to sleep—for the first time in five years, he would hold the woman he loved in his arms and guard her slumber. Davrik didn’t want to ruin it—he just wanted her to rest as he cradled her close. So he only said,
“You deserve it, baby girl,” and left it at that.
Sonya seemed about to answer, but then her eyes closed and he felt her precious, curvy body relax into sleep.
Soon, he promised himself. I’ll tell her about my Sonya soon. But first I have to get her out of here!
He just hoped that damn Sluggorn would be willing to talk about selling her. If not, he would have to find a way to steal her, and that was bound to get complicated.
THIRTY-NINE
LAN’ARA
A gentle hand was stroking her forehead and someone was pouring positive emotions into her. Lan’ara opened her eyes, hoping to see Nate. But again, it was the sight of her mentor, Tante Na’lla, that greeted her.
“There you are, child,” she said, smiling at Lan’ara. “How was your sleep? Restful, I hope?”
“Yes, very restful,” Lan’ara said politely. Though to be honest, she couldn’t rest completely without Nate and she hadn’t seen him in almost a week! Not since the night he’d sucked the Healing Nectar from her breasts. From what her mentor said, she gathered it had drained her almost to the point of death.
Tante Na’lla had been at her side ever since, restoring her with healing medicine and positive emotions, but she missed her fated mate. Where was he and why hadn’t he come to her?