“I-I want that too.”

Henry glared at her. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t play games, Nanu. If you say something like that you better mean it one-thousand fucking percent or you can go find the door.”

She was shaking like a damned leaf, standing next to his bed wearing some kind of robe.

She shook her head, nodding. “I mean it so much, Henry. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve wanted all those same things.”

His heart soared but his mind made him ask. “You have? Then why haven’t you told your brother to let you see me? And why are you shaking like you’re freezing cold?” he asked harshly. She pulled the collar of her robe closer.

“You have no idea what he’s like. Ever since I was young, he said he’d help me to choose the right mate. After my parents died, he was all I had left. I’d never wish to disrespect him. I love him dearly and I know he only thinks he’s doing what’s best. What my parents would have wanted. And I’m shaking because I’ve n-never been so nervous in all my life.”

In a second, Henry went to her and wrapped her in his arms. He rubbed her back in

circles until she finally stopped shaking against him. God, she felt good there. Like they were made to fit against each other just like this.

He kissed her hair. “Are you sure?” Please be. Don’t break me, he pleaded.

She nodded against him and looked up at him with watery eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, Henry. I can’t be away from you any longer.” Henry wiped her tears away, then, unable to hold back any longer, leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss rocked him to his very soul. She made a soft sound in her throat, then clutched him closer. He was in heaven. He pulled his mouth away to bury his face in her ear. She smelled like lavender, like she always did.

“Is this a dream?” he asked hoarsely. Her hands gripped the skin of his back, nails digging in—a reminder of the present.

“No, my love. This is real.”

“Nanu,” he whispered, then lost himself in her.

Everything was hazy as he took her lips, tasted the skin at her neck. He dropped the robe from off her shoulders. His pupils dilated, taking in every inch of creamy dark skin. He pressed his palm over her shoulder and merely gazed at their differences.

“You’re so beautiful.” She tucked her head against his chest. “Don’t be shy, Nanu. I’ve wanted to see you for so long.” His voice was ragged with its intensity. When she looked back up at him, fire was in her eyes. Fire and desire.

She stepped back from him, and his eyes dipped down over her body. “You wore nothing here but that robe?” he somehow managed to ask over his tight throat.

She smiled, and it was the smile of a seductress. She moved back onto the bed and sat up on it. He wished he had white sheets and not dark ones because wanted to see her contrasted against it. She crooked her finger at him and he followed like a puppy dog.

“Can I turn the light on?” He wanted to see her in the light. His night vision was great, but he wanted to finally see the color of her nipples, the apex of her sex. When she nodded, he flipped on a lamp and felt the floor drop out from him.

Perfection. Her hips flared out to rounded thighs that he wanted to squeeze and thrust between. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, feeling heavier and harder than it ever had.

Her slender neck curved down to breasts that were beyond anything he’d ever pictured. And he’d imagined them a lot.

She leaned back on her elbows and gave him a come-hither look. He did. He was hers to command. He came forward but couldn’t bring himself to touch her. It was too surreal. This couldn’t really be happening. Her soft hand grabbed his, spread his clenched fingers open, then pressed it against the soft mound of her breast.

His breathing deepened as he felt her beaded nipple scrape against his palm. Her breasts were plump and generous but not too much so. As he cupped her breasts, she spilled out from the top of his hand. He wiped his free hand across his mouth to ensure he wasn’t drooling.

“You’re lovely,” he said, his voice hoarse. Her nipples were the color of milk chocolate surrounded by gold. Her hand fisted the band of his shorts and pulled him close. He went. When his mouth found the hard peak of her nipple, it was bliss.

Her hands sifted through his hair, holding him close, and he’d never been happier. He circled her areola, tugging on her nipple with his teeth, his lips. He brought his hand into the mix and gently squeezed the soft flesh.

“Oh, Henry,” she sighed. Burning desire flooded his veins and soon he moved to her

other breast flicking and tasting her, drawing her harder into his mouth until she was gasping, arching towards him.

Breathing hard, he pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were dazed and a flush crept over her chest and cheeks. He wanted to pull his shorts down now and take her. He wanted to take her in every way imaginable, every way possible. But he couldn’t do that to her now. He had to go slowly and gently.

She lay back on the bed and spread her knees to him, her toes just brushing the edge of the bed. His hand shook as he touched her thigh. His eyes landed on her sex and wouldn’t leave.

He couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“I need to taste you there,” he said roughly. He didn’t know if she nodded or shook her head no, but he was going to do it anyway. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her close. She squealed and let out a giggle that almost made him smile.

Her sex had a thin strip of hair that traveled from the top of her sex up. The rest of her was bare smooth. She was flushed and wet, and Henry couldn’t keep himself away any longer.

He covered her with his hand, stroked the bare skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Amazing,” he said. In all his dreams, all his imagination, he’d never pictured this. This was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He stroked the thin line of hair as his other hand massaged her inner thigh. His life couldn’t get better. His cock throbbed, the tip leaking. It argued it would be better if you just got inside her. Be patient, he growled.

Leaning forward, he pressed his cheek against her smooth sex. She smelled rich like the sexiest thing on earth. His mouth actually watered and he couldn’t wait anymore or he’d come in his shorts.

His tongue darted out at the tip of her sex. He parted her lips open, then pressed down through them. He heard her breathing falter and wished he could make himself open his eyes to watch her face. He couldn’t. He had to savor this first time, the first taste. He found her tight slit and pushed inside with his tongue. Creamy honey coated him and he groaned, his balls drawing up even harder.

He flattened his tongue and licked her from her opening up, over and over, until her hands were gripping the bedsheets and her hips were arching towards him. Only then did he spread her lips with his tongue and suckle her bud with quick flicks.

She howled like a wolf to the moon, her back bowing off the bed. Her feet went around his shoulders and pushed him even closer. He could have smiled he loved it so much.

He never relented. He thrashed his tongue against her with flicks that he’d imagined doing hundreds of times before. This was so much better than any dream.

Her thigh started quivering in his hand. He rubbed her gently to soothe her and knew she was coming soon. There was one last thing he needed to do, to feel. He pressed a finger to her wet opening and pushed inside.

They both moaned at the same time. She was hot, soft, wet. She closed around his finger in the best of ways. He pumped it inside her, nearly coming as he felt her muscles quivering around him.

She panted, moaned, and whispered his name as a ragged plea as she flew apart. Henry licked her faster, pumped his finger inside her as she shuddered hard against him, hips pumping wildly against his mouth.