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  She tried to soothe him. “It’s okay now. That was it. The worst is over. Just breathe and relax.”

  Her internal lubrication should already be coating him, and some of the enzymes would act as a partial analgesic and help him clot.

  Tears dribbled out of the corners of his eyes, and his body remained rigid, but he stopped thrashing. His jaw was so tight she thought he’d pulverize his teeth. An unintelligible string of obscenities followed.

  Xindra would have stroked his face if she could have, but he still held her hands so hard he was crushing her knuckles. He needed to relax. Although the pain would stay raw, pleasure could overwhelm it.

  “It’s all right. Never again, baby. It can feel good now.” She hoped he believed her; she needed to ride him so badly.

  “It hurts,” he insisted on a groan.

  She’d tried to tell him it would, but clearly he hadn’t understood. If she’d known he’d never slept with an Allurian woman before and had never had his virgin skin removed, she would have handled this differently. With all the females he’d slept with here in Trilanta, how was she to know he’d never lost it? Her heart broke to know she’d hurt him this badly, but there was no going back. Besides, she’d never slept with a virgin before, so this was a first for her too.

  “Feel me, Quinn,” she said softly.

  She jiggled one entangled hand until he loosened his grip enough for her to pull free. Engulfing the back of his fist, she brought his fingers to where they were partially joined. He moaned at a different pitch when he felt his shaft disappearing into her body. The circle of muscle at the opening to her vagina was hard and tight, ensuring that his erection couldn’t dwindle despite his conflicted mind.

  “Feel me. I’m not all the way on yet.”

  Although he groaned long and low like a dying animal, she felt his cock twitch inside her. Taking it slowly, she started to sink down on him the rest of the way. The pleasure for her was immediate and intense, causing her to gasp aloud even as she tried to keep her mind centered on him. He was tensed and panting again, but he didn’t fight her. His penis was long and thick, which was great for her, but not so much for him.

  Due to its size, the tender flesh of his shaft was being crushed mercilessly by the hard pressure ridges and bony fingers along the inside of her Allurian sheath. In time, once he was used to it, that same squeezing force would bring him great delight, but for now it made it harder for him to accept her. One of those fingers had peeled back and eliminated a large portion of his foreskin. Settling down on him all the way, she knew the moment he felt the second biggest projection. The hard nub knocked against the hypersensitive underside of his glans.

  His blue eyes flew wide. “Oh, gods!”

  “You have to relax into it.” She pushed up and was already thrusting back down again before he could grab her hips.

  But he wasn’t trying to stop her. An expression of rapture flashed across his face, and his tortured moan was clearly one of pleasure now, not pain.

  Xindra set up a slow, gentle rhythm despite the lust riding her as hard as she wanted to ride him. He still winced a little on every down stroke, but he groaned in ecstasy every time that extra extension caressed his undercarriage. After a minute, he started to thrust.

  Ah gods, it was good. Feeling her love for him, realizing this was her husband she was making love to, was enough to drive her crazy. And to know she was the first woman to truly take him like this? She felt both humble and powerful.

  Tipping forward, Xindra lowered her breasts to his chest and used her free arm to give her leverage. With a primal cry, she began to rock on him. Hard. Her cries melded with his as her insides wound tightly like a burning spring waiting for release. To her surprise, Quinn stayed with her, pounding upwards even as he was caught in limbo between pleasure and agony.

  There was that moment of suspense when doubt crept in: would climax ever come, or would it just build higher and higher until the torturous rapture destroyed them? Then he punched his head back into the pillow and screamed before his body humped up in pleasure. Xindra only had a moment to savor the look of hard-won bliss on her husband’s face before her vaginal muscles started to spasm. She convulsed unbelievably hard, contracting rhythmically until she clamped down so tightly she heard Quinn holler again. The hard, hot length of him had her pounding in orgasm until she draped limply across him.

  They both puffed and gasped like low-atmosphere dockworkers.

  It took Xindra several minutes to realize Quinn was shaking. Although she disengaged their genitals as delicately as possible, he still hissed.

  “Are you okay?” She nearly winced herself when she looked down and saw the blood coating his softening shaft.

  “I think so,” he answered, sounding dazed.

  “Hang on.” Moving to the bathroom, she cleaned herself quickly and grabbed a wet washcloth and a basic aid kit.

  He hadn’t moved a muscle in the brief time she was gone.

  “Here we go.” Gently lifting his injured member, she ran a standard palm healer over it until the intimate wound closed up and disappeared from sight.

  Quinn let out a sigh of relief, but he still didn’t move as she carefully wiped him with the wet cloth to clean and soothe him. What was he thinking? Had it been too much for him? Touching him like this, she was already starting to stir once more, but she didn’t want to push it. Back in the old days, virgin men going to stud with a new Allurian wife were told to do their husbandly “duty.” She certainly didn’t want her husband seeing their relations as some kind of chore. Although it would take some time for him to grow accustomed to sex with an Allurian, she knew it would never hurt him again. She just had to convince him of that.

  Lying down so that she could throw her arms around him, she rubbed his sternum lightly to comfort him. “Talk to me. I know the first time can be scary and painful, but it will get better. I promise.”

  “I’m just not…” He trailed off before he could finish, which was when she realized just how lost he really was. “You’re different inside than New Earthling women.”

  She was relieved he was finally speaking. “Physically, yes. Allurian females aren’t smooth and soft inside like New Earthlings. I’m fortunate to have some New Earthling friends in Trilanta, or else I wouldn’t have known that. I take it no one ever explained those facts of life to you?”

  He almost grinned, which helped loosen the tight knot around her heart. “It never came up. I wish to hell someone had warned me. I feel like an ignorant—”

  “Virgin?”

  This time he did smile, albeit crookedly.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, and she meant it. “With all the alien races living here and traveling through every year, you’d think we’d learn to communicate better. We have so many similarities, but the differences are what cause misunderstandings. You and I should have probably had the sex talk before the wedding.”

  He grunted. “I would have told you we didn’t need to talk about it. I was already thinking about it every second of every day.”

  Xindra chuckled and slid her hand from his chest to his cheek as she kissed him. He kissed her back deeply, making her grow damp again. They were smiling against each other’s lips when they came up for air.

  “Why don’t we have that little talk now?” she suggested.

  He cocked an eyebrow at her, but he didn’t protest.

  Gently grasping his hand, she rolled to her back and moved his fingers until he was cupping her breast. Her nipple thrust up into the warmth of his palm, and the sheets whispered softly when Quinn shifted his hips. His clear blue eyes stared at her with renewed hunger as he flexed his fingers in a light massage. She hummed in approval.

  “Do my breasts feel the same as a New Earthling woman’s?” she asked.

  He shifted his hand in a circular motion. “Yes, but no New Earthling breast ever felt so good.”

  She smiled at that. “Do my breasts taste like a New Earthling woman’s?”

 
; With a wicked smile, he obliged her by taking her into his mouth. The moist heat made her squirm in pleasure, but he only rasped her once with his tongue before pulling back.

  “Yes,” he answered, “but I’ve never enjoyed the taste of another woman the way I enjoy you.”

  Feeling dreamily aroused, Xindra pushed his hand down the length of her torso until he reached the triangle of down between her legs. Spreading her knees, she pressed his palm against the soft pink folds that were already blooming for him.

  “Do I feel the same here as a New Earthling woman?”

  Quinn ran one broad, rough finger between her dewy petals with torturous slowness. She tilted her hips and whimpered when he touched the little button near the top of her slit.

  “You’re formed the same,” he said, “but no other woman has ever felt so tempting.”

  Finally she took his finger and tried to press it inside. He hesitated and glanced up to meet her gaze.

  “I’m different inside. Not like a New Earthling woman.” She waited, hardly daring to breathe.

  A flicker of doubt crossed his usually confident face, but it was gone before it truly took hold. Then she saw what she’d been hoping for—a hard flare of lust mixed with no small amount of curiosity. She gasped in relief and pleasure as he finally pushed that blunt finger into her. Although he was only trying to explore, not arouse her, the twists and turns and thrusts of his finger had her melting around him. She couldn’t wait to have his erection seated inside her again. Judging by the way it was now prodding her hip, he was seriously considering it too.

  “It won’t hurt again?” he asked.

  She smiled and slid her hand over his cock, making him groan. “You’re smooth and uncovered. No more pain, baby.”

  He moaned again when she stroked him, and then he was on top of her, spreading her wide and probing her with his tip. Obviously cautious, he pressed in slowly. She listened to him pant and tried to let him set the pace even as the growing pressure inside made her want to burst.

  “You’re so tight I can hardly stand it,” he choked out, but he didn’t stop. With a whimper, he shoved in the rest of the way and held still except for his heavy breathing.

  “Are you in pain?” she asked.

  He let out a strangled laugh. “Define pain.”

  She used her hands to draw soothing circles along his sides and back. “What do you feel?”

  “That little finger inside you has crooked itself under my glans.” He had to gasp for breath. “It’s so hard it’s almost painful.”

  “Almost?”

  “Almost,” he conceded. “Instead it’s a different kind of torment.”

  “Then let’s torment each other.”

  Cradling his head in her hands, she looked into his handsome face and kissed him with her whole soul behind it. Then she let her head drop back to the pillow and used the rest of her body to hold him.

  “Make love to me.”

  Drawing back, he carefully stroked in and out, obviously testing the feel of her and getting used to it. His eyes squeezed shut, but he must have liked what he felt because he did it again. And again and again. The pressure was everything she needed, and the depth of his penetration was just right. Friction built, and that fingerling projection that so pleased him was full of nerves that produced a deep, resonating ring of pleasure every time he thrust across it.

  His chest hair was a light dusting of wiry curls that were nothing like an Allurian’s soft follicles. The scratchy strands tickled her nipples. Just the sound of Quinn’s grunting and huffing was winding her tighter until the pleasure was unbearable. And he was thrusting harder and faster yet.

  “Oh, gods!” Slapping one hand onto the headboard, he continued to pound her. “I’ve never had an orgasm like this. It’s good. It’s so good, Xindra. Just a little more. Please. Please, baby.”

  She felt like begging herself, but all she could do was produce helpless yips. Everything coalesced into sheer, primitive sex. Her senses were absorbed. She heard their moaning and gasping and the slap of his testicles against her buttocks, felt his skin rub hers as he plowed in and out of her, and inhaled the smell of their sweat. Gazing up at him, she saw his red-faced grimace, his straining neck, and the love in his eyes when he pried them open a tiny sliver.

  “More, more,” he pleaded.

  She grabbed his bunching buttocks as he pummeled her. He was so wild and desperate he was just mindlessly lunging now.

  “More, dammit. Please, please. I…I…Oh gods, I love you!”

  They both seized at the same time. Quinn roared as he poured liquid fire into her in soul-sundering spurts, and she squealed and scratched his flanks as she convulsed with abandon. Neither of them had any control over their bodies. They were locked together and dragged through a heaven and hell of ecstasy as orgasm tore through them. When he poked upward and ground harder on his next spasm, the movement kicked her off all over again. For the first time in her life, she gave a full-throated scream of pleasure.

  Xindra’s insides were still twitching in unabated delight when Quinn collapsed and flattened her into the mattress. He was a big enough man that she could barely breathe, but his weight felt too delicious to dislodge. With a satisfied sigh, she wrapped her arms and legs around him to keep him there.

  Chapter Two

  The Day After

  The next morning, Quinn awoke to another first. Although he’d occasionally, if rarely, woken up with a lover before, he’d never been so happy to do so. Usually he was trying to figure out how to sneak away or get his partner to leave without a fuss. This morning, though, his warm, soft, curvaceous new wife was curled up in his arms with her head resting against his shoulder. Just the sight of her and those wild curls caused a wave of love to wash through his chest. He drew a deep breath and hummed in contentment.

  Xindra chuckled. “Awake already? I would have thought I’d worn you out.”

  “You did,” he answered honestly.

  In fact, his entire body felt like he’d worked out way too hard, and he was sore between his legs. Despite the marathon sex he’d had in his lifetime, that had never happened before. Of course, he’d never climaxed like he had last night.

  “Do I at least get to be smug about wearing you out too?” he asked hopefully.

  She sniffed. “I’m not moving, am I?”

  Quinn smiled, but even his jaw muscles ached. What had she done to him?

  A chime at the door got his attention, and he lifted his head off the pillow as if he could magically see who was on the other side.

  “Room service,” his wife told him. “We ordered a late breakfast, remember?”

  He grunted.

  The chime rang again, and Quinn realized Xindra wasn’t rising to answer it. He thought about a standoff between them, but she had his heart humming so loudly he couldn’t hold on to his stubbornness. Married for a day, and she already had him wrapped around her little finger.

  Groaning, he shifted out from beneath her and sat up on the edge of the bed. His thighs quivered when he stood and put weight on them, but he felt better as soon as he started to move around and loosen up. Although he knew his pants were crumpled somewhere on the floor, he didn’t see them at the moment. Instead, he grabbed a hotel robe off the back of the bathroom door. He’d just shrugged it on and was still tying the sash when the door chime bleated once more.

  “Coming,” he grumbled.

  Quinn scrubbed his face with one palm and opened up. Sure enough, there was one of the staff with a hover tray carrying a covered breakfast.

  “Good morning, Mr. Phlyx-Nigel,” the young man greeted him. “I have your order here. Where would you like me to put it?”

  Still not at his best, Quinn blinked for a moment. “Just set it down on the side table for now. We’ll take it in the bedroom.”

  At the mention of the bedroom, the young man glanced that way, which was when Quinn realized he hadn’t closed the door. Xindra was still sprawled on her stomach with the sheet
riding the curve just above her buttocks. This left her back bare except for the partial drape of her hair. She was angled just enough to hint at the swell of one breast without actually revealing anything.

  The young man turned back to Quinn and shot him a cheeky grin. “As you wish, sir. Enjoy your morning.”

  Quinn watched the hotel employee leave without waiting for a tip. It was just as well. He would have had to locate his discarded pants to offer one.

  Grabbing the tray, he returned to the bedroom and gingerly sat down beside his wife. He reached out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear and immediately fell into her amethyst gaze.

  “Breakfast in bed,” he announced. “Just don’t expect this kind of treatment every morning.”

  She smiled and sat up, not even bothering to cover herself with the sheet. It pooled in her lap, leaving her deliciously bare from the navel up.

  “I thought I’d start as I mean to go.” She waggled her eyebrows. “You bring me breakfast in bed every morning, and I’ll bring you dessert in bed every night.”

  He laughed and kissed her soundly. That sounded pretty good to him.

  With their shoulders pressed together, they sat in bed, eating the tasty meal they’d had the forethought to order. Quinn was pretty sure he’d never tasted food so delicious, but then again, he probably would have inhaled freeze-dried liver with as much relish. He’d never been so hungry in his life. No need to ask how he’d worked up such an appetite. His ego puffed up nicely when he saw he’d had the same effect on her.

  “So,” Xindra said once they were done, “what do you want to do today? We could go for a run, or there’s the rock-climbing wall, or we could visit the Star Walk.”