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He chuckled. "So bossy, Princess." He kept rubbing her over her panties, collecting moisture before dragging his fingers up and pressing his thumb to her clit. Circling it gently, he let go of her breast and moved to the other, repeating the suckling, nibbling, and kissing.

"Brandon," she pleaded.

As he tugged aside her panties, her breath hitched in her throat, and when he pressed his thumb directly over her clit, she threw her head back and moaned loudly again.

He found her entrance and lingered, circling it with his fingers.

"Please," she whispered.

He wondered if she knew what she was asking for and was acting on instinct or if someone had given her the Kra-ell equivalent of the birds and the bees story.

He slid his finger just past her entrance, afraid of going any deeper and hurting her, when as she moaned and rocked her hips, his finger slid a little further. He used his other hand to grip her ass and keep her from moving, but then Morelle suddenly shuddered, threw her head back, and released a keening moan that nearly sent him over as well.

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MORELLE

As Morelle lay on top of Brandon, her body still tingling from the waves of pleasure that had crashed through her, she thought about her mother and how right she'd been to urge her to wake up and experience what life had to offer.

The physical sensations were incredible, but even more amazing was the emotional connection she felt with Brandon following those moments of intimacy.

There were only two things missing from what should have been a perfect completion.

Brandon hadn't reached his own release, and he hadn't bitten her.

She'd expected the bite, had yearned for it even, knowing it was supposed to be the ultimate pleasure to be had with an immortal male or god. It wasn't anything she had learned from the head priestess, of course, but she'd managed to have a couple of discreet talks with Annani when Brandon had been otherwise occupied.

The head priestess had exalted the merits of biting, which was mutual between Kra-ell males and females, and she had told Morelle on more than one occasion that she was lucky to be a celibate priestess because her lack of fangs would have prevented her from deriving any sexual pleasure during the dominance games the Kra-ell engaged in.

In contrast, Annani had explained that only male immortals and gods had fangs and females didn't and that the venom bite was one of the best parts of the sexual act.

Brandon's hand ran up and down her back, and she regretted having the nightgown still on, bunched up around her middle and creating a barrier that Brandon's hand had to skip over to get from her back to her ass.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"I'm more than okay," she said, still catching her breath. "I'm liquefied, and I can't move."

He chuckled. "Stay as long as you want to. I love being your cushion."

She lifted her head. "You are not soft enough to be a good cushion, but you are warm." She put her head down on his chest. "Thank you," she murmured, wondering if it was okay to say that.

Her talk with Annani didn't cover intimate conversation etiquette.

Brandon kissed her temple. "You don't need to thank me, sweetheart. Bringing you pleasure was the greatest gift. As far as I'm concerned, this was the best night of my life."

She lifted her head again to look at him. "You didn't get to culminate." The words came out more accusatory than she'd intended. "And you didn't bite me. How can you say it was the best night of your life when you denied yourself both? Denied us both?"

"Because watching you come apart in my arms was all I needed." His blue eyes were so sincere that she almost believed him. Almost.

"I don't need coddling, Brandon. I want you to tell me the truth just like I'm telling you the truth. I loved every moment of the incredible pleasure you gave me, but I regret it being one-sided and missing out on the venom bite." The lingering effects of her pleasure made it difficult to maintain her indignation. "Still, after what you just gave me, I can't complain. Just know that next time will be about your pleasure."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through both their chests. "We'll see about that."

"No." She rolled off of him and pushed up on one elbow to look at him. "There will not be a next time unless you achieve completion first. That's not negotiable."

His laughter grew stronger, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to pull her back to him. "Put your head on my chest, Princess."

She resisted, keeping her position. "I'm serious, Brandon."