I smile. “Let’s practice. Shuffle forward.”
After a few more minutes, we have practiced each of the steps. I’m strangely proud to watch her catch on so quickly.
“Try an advance, sidestep, and then circle me,” I call out, smiling.
She does so, and when she hits each movement just right, she thrusts a playful jab toward me and smiles. Her laugh lights up my heart.
“I did it!”
“You did,” I say with a smile. “You have good instincts. What you just did with the blade is called a thrust, but there are other things. You could’ve slashed at me or parried my attack.”
I show her each one, even throwing in feints.
When she slashes a little close to my chest, I reach out and disarm her. Her blade falls to the ground, but her wrist stays locked in my hand.
So many touches. I’m turning into a greedy man.
But then I remember everything she’s told me about Zlosa—about Eneko—so I drop her hand, respecting her space.
Her face is flushed, and she pants, smile falling just a touch.
“I think that is enough for tonight,” I say solemnly.
She nods her head. “Of course.”
I smile back at her. “Well done today.”
“Thank you.”
“Let’s eat.”
Chapter 13
MELISA
Heat courses through my body. The pressure between my legs is the sweetest torture. A hand skirts over my sensitive flesh, making me impossibly wetter.
A finger skims over the sweet spot at the apex of my thighs.
I really need to tell Ra’Sa to stop or I’m going to break my only rule. But the fire coursing under my skin only makes me want to lean into the sensation.
When I open my eyes, Ra'Sa is under me. He looks up at me with such intense abandon and his fingers thread through mine. He's large, but not to the point of awful pain. Gentle, but rough when his passions take over.
This was right. This was good.
When I move my hips, sweet friction from his cock causes my center to hum with pleasure. Tension is building that I've never felt while riding a partner.
Not the first time a man took me in the breeding pens, and certainly never with Eneko. This is something more intimate than sex—this is release.
He lets go of my hands, and his tail wraps around my wrists. Pinning them behind me.
Ra'Sa hitches up his hips, meeting my movements with an alarming focus. My head falls back as the friction of his body against that small bundle of nerves causes insistent, sweet ripples of pleasure to pull across my skin. I feel like I’m going to fall.
Fall into him.
Fall for him.
No.