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her firm backside.
“What is this?” he mused, leaning slightly closer to get a better look of the black symbol. He didn’t recognize the meaning of the marking.
“Oh,” Nadja turned, stretching around to look at the swirling design. She’d had it for so long that she had forgotten it was there. She hated it. It was the brand of the Medical Alliance, essentially marking her as their property. “It’s just a tattoo. I got it a long time ago.”
Olek frowned. She wasn’t lying, but he could tell there was more to it than she let on. He continued forward, but she was still distractedly looking at her back hip.
“Nadja, look at me.”
She did, her eyes sweeping to peek through the veil of her lashes.
“Look,” Olek insisted. She turned her face more fully to study him, though her head was still dipped. “I want you to see what you do to me.” Nadja gulped. She was too stunned to move. Did all men speak this boldly?
Where all men as confident with women? Or was it just husbands to their wives?
Until the night her father announced her engagement at a dinner party, she had never even been approached by a man. The announcement had come as a surprise and a horror. Hank had given her an engagement ring with a very inappropriate gift. She had been horrified and ran away--much to the disgusting pig’s pleasure. Standing here now, looking at Olek’s perfect form, she couldn’t imagine a life with Hank.
Olek took the fur from his waist. There was still distance between their bodies, so even if he wanted to he couldn’t reach her with his arms without going to her. Dropping the loincloth to the floor, he stood proudly before her.
Without flinching, he said, “See what looking at you does to my body?” Nadja did see and it terrified her as much as it fascinated her. The long length of him was sprung to full attention. Veins grew out on the sides, forcing his erection still and tall. She was a doctor’s daughter, so the technical part of how they fit together she had known about for years. As to the reality, she didn’t see how it could possibly work.
“Olek,” Nadja whispered, shaking her head. “Please, don’t--”
“Shhh.” Olek didn’t allow her to finish her plea. “You are mine. That is the end of it.”
Nadja looked into his passionate eyes and was lost. Yes, she was definitely his.
Nadja stared at his arousal, an arousal he claimed was all for her, for an abnormally long time. Slowly, she blinked, looking up into the harsh expression on his face. He was fighting for control. She had to admire his restraint. But, seeing his expression, she grew worried.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me until I touched you,” Nadja whispered. It was odd standing so before a man. But Olek’s gaze only held molten approval and she didn’t shy away. His look empowered her on a baser level, giving her a confidence she had never felt. Wine swam warmly in her veins, causing her to relax as she let her husband and his mystical crystal work their magic over her.
“I am not going to touch you,” Olek said with a roguish smirk growing on his masculine mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation. “You are going to touch yourself for me.” Nadja swallowed in fear, already out of her league. Sure, she had tried a few hesitant things while alone in the dark, but she was always too scared the medic unit would discover what she had done and report it to her father. That damned unit reported everything to her father—even a small piece of chocolate she once ate. It had been delicious and almost worth the three days of punishment she had received for it. She had never tried one again.
“I,” Nadja could hardly breathe. Her cheeks flamed, but she couldn’t look away from his magnetic eyes. “Olek, I can’t do that. I’m not--”
“Yes,” he broke into her words. “You can.”
“No, I.…” To his amazement, her cheeks deepened in
“What is this?” he mused, leaning slightly closer to get a better look of the black symbol. He didn’t recognize the meaning of the marking.
“Oh,” Nadja turned, stretching around to look at the swirling design. She’d had it for so long that she had forgotten it was there. She hated it. It was the brand of the Medical Alliance, essentially marking her as their property. “It’s just a tattoo. I got it a long time ago.”
Olek frowned. She wasn’t lying, but he could tell there was more to it than she let on. He continued forward, but she was still distractedly looking at her back hip.
“Nadja, look at me.”
She did, her eyes sweeping to peek through the veil of her lashes.
“Look,” Olek insisted. She turned her face more fully to study him, though her head was still dipped. “I want you to see what you do to me.” Nadja gulped. She was too stunned to move. Did all men speak this boldly?
Where all men as confident with women? Or was it just husbands to their wives?
Until the night her father announced her engagement at a dinner party, she had never even been approached by a man. The announcement had come as a surprise and a horror. Hank had given her an engagement ring with a very inappropriate gift. She had been horrified and ran away--much to the disgusting pig’s pleasure. Standing here now, looking at Olek’s perfect form, she couldn’t imagine a life with Hank.
Olek took the fur from his waist. There was still distance between their bodies, so even if he wanted to he couldn’t reach her with his arms without going to her. Dropping the loincloth to the floor, he stood proudly before her.
Without flinching, he said, “See what looking at you does to my body?” Nadja did see and it terrified her as much as it fascinated her. The long length of him was sprung to full attention. Veins grew out on the sides, forcing his erection still and tall. She was a doctor’s daughter, so the technical part of how they fit together she had known about for years. As to the reality, she didn’t see how it could possibly work.
“Olek,” Nadja whispered, shaking her head. “Please, don’t--”
“Shhh.” Olek didn’t allow her to finish her plea. “You are mine. That is the end of it.”
Nadja looked into his passionate eyes and was lost. Yes, she was definitely his.
Nadja stared at his arousal, an arousal he claimed was all for her, for an abnormally long time. Slowly, she blinked, looking up into the harsh expression on his face. He was fighting for control. She had to admire his restraint. But, seeing his expression, she grew worried.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me until I touched you,” Nadja whispered. It was odd standing so before a man. But Olek’s gaze only held molten approval and she didn’t shy away. His look empowered her on a baser level, giving her a confidence she had never felt. Wine swam warmly in her veins, causing her to relax as she let her husband and his mystical crystal work their magic over her.
“I am not going to touch you,” Olek said with a roguish smirk growing on his masculine mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation. “You are going to touch yourself for me.” Nadja swallowed in fear, already out of her league. Sure, she had tried a few hesitant things while alone in the dark, but she was always too scared the medic unit would discover what she had done and report it to her father. That damned unit reported everything to her father—even a small piece of chocolate she once ate. It had been delicious and almost worth the three days of punishment she had received for it. She had never tried one again.
“I,” Nadja could hardly breathe. Her cheeks flamed, but she couldn’t look away from his magnetic eyes. “Olek, I can’t do that. I’m not--”
“Yes,” he broke into her words. “You can.”
“No, I.…” To his amazement, her cheeks deepened in
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