The Demon Master's Wife (Fantasy, Space Opera, Science Fiction Romance) (FORCED TO SERVE) by Donna McDonald Page B

“Computer, reduce lights to fifty percent.” The lights dimmed around them, casting shadows on the walls.
    “I never learned your language completely. I stopped studying it after you left,” Ania said dryly. “You’ll have to speak all your thoughts in English if you wish me to understand.”
    Synar reached out a hand and when she took it, he tugged Ania down to the bed until she was kneeling over him. Everything inside him quivered in joy.
    “In English, what I said means something similar to I love you ,” Synar whispered, pulling her across him and rolling her beneath his body. “But love is such a limited word to describe what I feel.”
    Ripples of arousal danced over her following the path of his fingertips. It was a bit like being pleasured by a Siren, she thought, noting the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Maybe tonight this desire she felt was enough reason to bond with the male above her.
    “I believe from a Earthling standpoint love is as large a word as is needed at the moment it is used. They seem to need the flexibility as their emotions are volatile and ever changing from moment to moment,” Ania said, feeling his hands moving over her and his weight pressing heavily on her.
    Synar laughed at her defense of the term, which was not a response.
    “The proper response to a declaration of love is to repeat it back,” he said dryly.
    “I am finding it hard to respond in words when my focus is only on my growing desire to bond with you. I have no memories of wanting you this way before. You may tear away my hygiene straps if you wish. I am ready for you,” Ania said, arching against his hands.
    Synar laughed, gathering her gratefully into his arms. “I believe I can restrain myself even if it has been a long time. I do not wish to alarm you when we have just begun.”
    “What if I don’t want you to restrain yourself?” Ania asked, spreading her legs to allow him and his arousal closer contact with the parts of her needing his attention.
    Hearing Synar’s groan as he pressed between her legs met some need in Ania she couldn’t remember ever having in the past. Her hands went to his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. She arched up to rub her upper body against his bare chest, eliciting a groan from him.
    “Remove the barriers between us Synar,” Ania demanded in a whisper. “Do it now.”
    “Ania—I want to be gentle with you. It has been so long for both of us,” Synar said softly.
    “You disappoint me with your hesitation,” she said, surprised to feel the truth of the words resonating within her. Even in the darkened room she saw Synar’s eyes flash at her criticism.
    “Whatever you want then,” Synar said tightly, ripping the bands from her chest and jerking her body up in the process. “I’ve always hated these constricting straps.”
    “As do all females who wear them. Free me from the rest,” she demanded, writhing beneath him as he pulled the ones from her chest away from her body and flung them to the floor. “Synar, I want to be filled by you. I want it more than I can remember ever wanting it.”
    Synar’s hands trembled at her words, but when he gripped the wrappings around her pelvis and thighs, he rose to his knees and looked down at her for a few moments. Wrapping both his hands more securely around the remaining bands of cloth, Synar lifted her hips from the bed with them.
    “Do you feel how right this is between us? Are you aware of how much your body is calling out to mine?” Synar demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me the truth. I must know your answer.”
    “In this moment—yes. I feel that it is right between us,” Ania answered, groaning in relief when she felt the straps keeping him out of her being torn away.
    Then Synar’s hands were tearing at his remaining clothes. Ania laughed when his pants went sailing through the air across the room. Synar was very agile for a large male.
    “So after requesting it, my haste now amuses you?”