conceive a child in that manner, but a man who could elicit such feelings without even trying? It went beyond sex, beyond mere procreation, to something deeper, more powerful, more binding than anything she could imagine.
How had all of those other women ever been able to let him go? Did conception stop these feelings in their tracks? Once impregnated, were they able to forget what he could do to them?
Lucy certainly hoped so. Otherwise, she was in for the heartbreak of her life.
Chapter 5
Tarq still couldn’t figure out why Lucy was able to hold his thoughts even when she was nowhere around, and, never having had this problem before, it concerned him greatly. He’d always heard that women longed to be missed, but this was the first time he’d felt it. It was also the first time he’d come in the mouth of a lady he was trying to impregnate.
Not that he hadn’t done it many times in the brothel, but those encounters were purely for the lady’s pleasure, and there had been several who didn’t want to do anything else. Lucy, on the other hand, wanted to conceive. Granted, she probably hadn’t ovulated yet—Tarq chastised himself once again for forgetting to scan her first—but there was a purpose to his wanderings. He wasn’t doing it for entertainment.
Or for demonstrating his love. The idea crept into his thoughts like a stealthy predator bent on destroying any other feelings he might have had on the subject. Love? It couldn’t be that. He’d only met her the day before. How could he possibly feel love for her? Even so, he couldn’t put another label on the feeling. Not that he’d tried to avoid falling in love; it had simply never happened to him before.
Easing down onto the bed beside her, he began purring again. It was natural and had a calming effect on his mind, but he still wanted to know her thoughts. “So, do you like the way I taste?”
Lucy cleared her throat as though about to say something unpleasant. Tarq held his breath, waiting. “I—um…” She stopped there, shaking her head.
This was not going to be good. “It… doesn’t matter,” he said quickly. “Not everyone likes it—well, most ladies do, but it won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t.”
Lucy laughed softly. “That isn’t what I was going to say, Tarq. It’s just that I’ve never had to tell a man that he tastes like a hot fudge sundae—with nuts—before. It sounds sort of… silly.”
Tarq smiled. “And do you like hot fudge sundaes with nuts?”
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “But they make me gain weight, so I don’t ever eat them.”
“How sad—but you can eat as much of me as you like. I don’t think anyone has ever gotten fat on Zetithian snard —though I could be wrong about that.”
“Sundaes never made me feel like this, either,” she went on. “I feel sort of… floaty. Does that make sense? I felt it last night too.”
Tarq nodded. This much he understood. “It’s called laetralance in my language,” he said, and went on to quote the definition he’d learned as a child. “‘A blissful sense of peace and tranquility of the mind, body, and soul.’”
“I like that word,” she said. “But I like the feeling even more.”
“So do I.”
She rose up, propping herself on one elbow to study him curiously. “You feel it too?”
Tarq smiled. “Sometimes.”
“Do you feel it now?”
Thus far, Tarq had felt it every time he’d been in Lucy’s presence but rarely prior to his visit to Talus Five. “Yes, but I would still like to mate with you again. Usually I feel sated, but right now I only want more of you.”
Tarq knew it sounded like a line, but Lucy seemed puzzled more than annoyed. “You can, um, do it again—even when you feel laetralance ? I wouldn’t have thought—”
“With a woman like you? Always.”
Her expression changed slightly. She seemed pleased that their interlude could continue, but there was something wistful about her smile. Then Tarq realized
How had all of those other women ever been able to let him go? Did conception stop these feelings in their tracks? Once impregnated, were they able to forget what he could do to them?
Lucy certainly hoped so. Otherwise, she was in for the heartbreak of her life.
Chapter 5
Tarq still couldn’t figure out why Lucy was able to hold his thoughts even when she was nowhere around, and, never having had this problem before, it concerned him greatly. He’d always heard that women longed to be missed, but this was the first time he’d felt it. It was also the first time he’d come in the mouth of a lady he was trying to impregnate.
Not that he hadn’t done it many times in the brothel, but those encounters were purely for the lady’s pleasure, and there had been several who didn’t want to do anything else. Lucy, on the other hand, wanted to conceive. Granted, she probably hadn’t ovulated yet—Tarq chastised himself once again for forgetting to scan her first—but there was a purpose to his wanderings. He wasn’t doing it for entertainment.
Or for demonstrating his love. The idea crept into his thoughts like a stealthy predator bent on destroying any other feelings he might have had on the subject. Love? It couldn’t be that. He’d only met her the day before. How could he possibly feel love for her? Even so, he couldn’t put another label on the feeling. Not that he’d tried to avoid falling in love; it had simply never happened to him before.
Easing down onto the bed beside her, he began purring again. It was natural and had a calming effect on his mind, but he still wanted to know her thoughts. “So, do you like the way I taste?”
Lucy cleared her throat as though about to say something unpleasant. Tarq held his breath, waiting. “I—um…” She stopped there, shaking her head.
This was not going to be good. “It… doesn’t matter,” he said quickly. “Not everyone likes it—well, most ladies do, but it won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t.”
Lucy laughed softly. “That isn’t what I was going to say, Tarq. It’s just that I’ve never had to tell a man that he tastes like a hot fudge sundae—with nuts—before. It sounds sort of… silly.”
Tarq smiled. “And do you like hot fudge sundaes with nuts?”
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “But they make me gain weight, so I don’t ever eat them.”
“How sad—but you can eat as much of me as you like. I don’t think anyone has ever gotten fat on Zetithian snard —though I could be wrong about that.”
“Sundaes never made me feel like this, either,” she went on. “I feel sort of… floaty. Does that make sense? I felt it last night too.”
Tarq nodded. This much he understood. “It’s called laetralance in my language,” he said, and went on to quote the definition he’d learned as a child. “‘A blissful sense of peace and tranquility of the mind, body, and soul.’”
“I like that word,” she said. “But I like the feeling even more.”
“So do I.”
She rose up, propping herself on one elbow to study him curiously. “You feel it too?”
Tarq smiled. “Sometimes.”
“Do you feel it now?”
Thus far, Tarq had felt it every time he’d been in Lucy’s presence but rarely prior to his visit to Talus Five. “Yes, but I would still like to mate with you again. Usually I feel sated, but right now I only want more of you.”
Tarq knew it sounded like a line, but Lucy seemed puzzled more than annoyed. “You can, um, do it again—even when you feel laetralance ? I wouldn’t have thought—”
“With a woman like you? Always.”
Her expression changed slightly. She seemed pleased that their interlude could continue, but there was something wistful about her smile. Then Tarq realized
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