“He…he tried…” Em cleared her throat. “Tried to get his, er, shaft under my skirt. But he never got it inside me.” She thought of telling him how the Kindred Goddess herself had given her the strength to break free, but she didn’t want to discuss the attack any longer. “Anyway, I’m fine,” she said again, trying to keep her voice strong and steady.
“He hurt you, my l’eeja,” Rarev said, frowning. “I do not think that you are ‘fine.’”
“Look, I’d rather not talk about it, all right?” Em said. “I don’t want to dwell on the past—it’s the future we’re fighting for—Earth’s future. We need this Mining Contract if we’re ever going to get the Yillium you Monstrum need to protect my planet. That’s what we need to focus on!”
“No. Right now, I need to focus on you,” Rarev murmured. “Let me heal you at least, before we go on.” He stroked the red marks on her wrist again with one velvet thumb and Em felt her heart rate begin to climb.
“All…all right. I suppose that can’t hurt,” she said at last. She was glad that she’d taken a moment to tidy herself up after the incident in the toilets and before the trial. She’d made sure to use the soap to get every bit of the disgusting squid man’s slime off of her, so she had no problem with Rarev kissing her to heal her.
“Come a little closer.” Rarev tugged her towards him until she was standing between his knees. The lovemaking platform—which was really just another round bed like the one they’d slept on the night before—was just the right height, so with him sitting and her standing they were eye-to-eye.
Em found she rather enjoyed the new vantage point, which was a rare one since the big Monstrum was so tall, but it was extremely intimate.
As he had the night before, Rarev held eye contact with her as he brought her wounded wrist to his mouth. He placed soft, warm kisses across the red marks which magically erased themselves at his touch.
“Ohhh,” Em sighed softly, as he healed first one wrist and then the other. She loved how gently he touched her—how tender he was and yet how intense. The way he held her eyes with his as he kissed her wrists was more erotic than anything Nigel had ever done for her in their entire marriage.
“Let me heal your mouth now, my l’eeja,” he murmured. Putting an arm around her waist, he tugged her down until she was sitting on his knee. He slid one velvety hand up the back of her neck and guided her face towards his. And then he was kissing her so tenderly and yet so intensely that Em thought she might drown in desire. No one had ever kissed her the way Rarev did—as though he wanted to taste her lips as badly as he wanted his next breath of air. There was a desire in his kisses—an intensity—that she had never felt with any human lover.
At last, however, he stopped kissing her and sat back a bit.
“You’re healed.” His voice had that warm, purring quality that Em liked so much and his eyes were half-lidded as he looked at her.
“Thank you,” Em murmured breathlessly. “Er…I suppose we really ought to talk about what we’re going to do next.”
“I suppose so. It looks like Lord Torrid and Lady Tabuu are already ‘taking’ each other.”
Rarev nodded at the other crystal dome, which was lit from within and so was visible across the darkened room. Inside, Lady Tabuu was bouncing eagerly upon both of her husband’s pink banana shafts as she rode him in the position Em believed was called “reverse cowgirl.”
“They, er, appear to be enjoying themselves,” she remarked. “Should we do what they’re doing? Should I, er, ‘take’ you?” She looked boldly into Rarev’s golden eyes as she spoke, wondering what he would make of her suggestion.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“You think you could dominate me then, sweetheart?” There was a soft growl in his deep voice and though Em tried, she found that after a moment she could no longer meet his eyes.
“No,” she said in a low voice. “No, I…I guess not.”
“No,” he echoed. “Because you’re naturally more submissive—at least in the sleeping chamber.”
“I’m not submissive,” Em protested. “I have an extremely high-powered job with an immense amount of responsibility—”
“Which is exactly why you need to give someone else control during lovemaking,” Rarev growled. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy it last night when I ordered you to watch me lap your soft little pussy.”
The naughty words spoken in that dark, growling voice and the way he was looking at her sent a shiver of pure lust down Em’s spine. A little while ago, if someone had asked if she wanted to have sex, the answer would have been a flat “no.” Not after what had almost happened to her.