I took his hand and slid it down the front of my satin bottoms。 His fingertips found the wetness that had soaked through the satin； and I didn't have to guide his hand anymore。 He cupped that big hand of his over my groin； and the cloth was soaked through。 He traced fingertips across my inner thigh and the skin was wet； wet down to my knees。
〃How did you give it up？〃 My voice came out in a whisper。
His finger slid up the inside of my thigh； in the hollow just below。 He leaned in to kiss me as his finger slid slowly； slowly； upward across the moist skin； under the wet satin。 His mouth stayed just above mine； so close that a sharp breath would have made us touch。 He spoke； his breath warm on my skin； as his finger caressed the edge of me。 〃No amount of pleasure was worth her price。〃 Two things happened at once； he kissed me； and his finger slid inside of me。 I screamed against his mouth； back arching； fingernails digging into his shoulder； as his finger found that small spot and thrust over and over it； until he brought me again。 The world had soft； white edges； like seeing through gauze。
I felt the bed move； but couldn't focus； couldn't see； wasn't sure I cared what was happening。 Hands fumbled at my shorts。 I blinked up to see Richard kneeling over me。 He slid my shorts down； spread my legs； and knelt between them。 He leaned over me raising the satin camisole； baring my breasts。 He ran his hands across them； made me writhe； then moved his hands down the line of my body； his hands gripping my thighs； bringing me in a harsh jerk against his body。
The moment he rubbed against the outside of me； I felt the rubbery latex of the condom。 I looked up at his face； and asked； 〃How did you know？〃 He moved so that his lower body was lying between my legs； but still pressed against the outside of my body。 Most of his weight was supported by his arms like a modified push…up position。 〃Do you really think Jean…Claude would warn me about the ardeur and not warn me that you weren't on birth control？〃
〃Good point；〃 I said。
〃No；〃 he said； 〃this is。〃 I felt the movement of his hips； seconds before he thrust inside me； in one powerful motion that drove sounds from my mouth somewhere between a scream and a shout。
He lowered his head enough to see my face。 I lay gasping under him； but whatever he saw there reassured him； because he arched his back； his face looking somewhere in the distance； and drew himself out of me； slowly； inch by inch； until I made small noises。 He drew himself out until he was barely touching inside me。 I gazed down the length of my body to see him stretched hard and ready。 He'd always been careful of me； because he wasn't small； that one first thrust had been more force than he'd ever before allowed himself。 He； like Micah； filled me up； hit that point deep inside that was either pain or pleasure。 I saw his back and hips flex a second before he thrust into me。 I watched him thrust into me； saw every inch of him plunge into me； until it bowed my back； my neck； and I couldn't watch because I was writhing underneath him； my hands scrambling at the bedspread； digging fingers into the covers。
He drew himself out of me again； and I stopped him with a hand on his stomach。 〃Wait； wait。〃 I was having trouble breathing。
〃It's not hurting you。 I can tell by your face； your eyes； your body。〃
I swallowed； took a shaky breath； and said； 〃No； it's not hurting me。 It feels wonderful； but you've always been so careful； even when I asked you not to be。 What's changed？〃
He looked down at me； his hair falling around his face like a silken frame。 〃I was always afraid of hurting you before。 But I felt your beast。〃
〃I haven't changed yet； Richard； we don't know for sure。〃
〃Anita；〃 he said softly； and I knew he was chiding me。 Maybe it was a case of the lady protesting too much； but still 。。。
〃I'm still human； Richard； I haven't changed yet。〃
He leaned over me； his hair gliding around my face as he kissed me gently on the cheek。 〃Even before the first full moon； we can take more damage。 The change has already begun； Anita。〃
I pushed against his chest until he drew back enough for me to see his face。 〃You've always been holding back； haven't you？〃
〃Yes；〃 he said。
I searched his face and saw such need in his eyes； and I knew why he'd been so angry at Gregory。 He'd said that he almost regretted not making me his lupa in truth； now that he'd seen me be Nimir…Ra； but it was more than that。 I looked into his brown eyes in the spill of early morning light and knew that he'd wanted me to be what he was； even though he hated it； that at some level he'd been tempted to make me his lupa for real。 Somewhere in the lovemaking where he had to be so careful； he'd thought of it； more than once。 It was there in eyes； his face。 He started to look away as if he could feel that I saw it all； but he made himself look back； meet my gaze。 He was almost defiant。
〃How careful have you been of me； Richard？〃
He did look away then； using his hair as a shield。 I reached through that thick hair to touch his face； to turn him to look at me。 〃Richard； how careful have you been of me？〃
There was something close to pain in his eyes。 He whispered； 〃Very。〃
I held his face between my hands。 〃You don't have to be careful anymore。〃
A look of soft wonderment crossed his face； and he bent his head down； and we kissed； kissed as we had earlier； propping； exploring； taking turns at thrusting into each other。 He drew slowly back from the kiss； and I felt the tip of him touch my opening。 I stared down the length of our bodies so I could watch as his body flexed above me； and he thrust himself inside me harder this time； quicker。 It brought my breath in a soundless scream。
〃Anita 。。。 〃
I opened my eyes； not realizing I'd closed them。 I gazed up at him。 〃Don't be careful anymore； Richard； don't be careful。〃
He smiled； gave me a quick kiss； then he was back； arched above me； and this time he didn't stop。 He thrust every inch of himself into me as hard and as fast as he could。 The sound of flesh into flesh became a constant sound； a wet hammering。 I realized it hadn't been just his size that made him careful； but his strength。 He could have bench…pressed the bed we lay on； and that strength lay not just in his arms； or back； but in his legs； his thighs； in the body he was pressing inside me； over and over again。 For the first time ever； I began to appreciate the full power of him。
I'd felt the strength in his hands； his arms； when he held me； but it was nothing to this。 He made of our bodies one body； one pounding； sweating； soaking； drenching piece of flesh。 I was vaguely aware that it did hurt； that I was bruising； and I didn't care。
I called out his name as my body tightened around his； squeezing； and I spasmed underneath him； body slamming against the bed； not from Richard's thrusts； but from the power of the orgasm itself； screams spilled from my throat as my body rocked underneath him。 It felt good； better than almost anything； but it was almost violence； almost pain； almost frightening。 Somewhere in the midst of it all I was aware that he came； too。 He screamed my name； but held his place； while I continued to writhe and fight underneath him。 It wasn't until I lay quiet that he allowed himself to collapse on top of me； slightly to one side； so my face wouldn't be pressed into his chest。
We lay in a sweating； breathless heap； waiting for our hearts to slow enough to speak。 He found his voice first。 〃Thank you； thank you for trusting me。〃
I laughed。 〃You're thanking me。〃 I raised his hand to my mouth and kissed the palm； then rested his hand against my face。 〃Trust me； Richard； it was my pleasure。〃
He laughed； that rich throaty sound that is purely male； and purely sexual 〃We're going to need another shower。〃
〃Whichever of us can walk first can have the first shower；〃 I said。
He laughed and hugged me。 I wasn't even sure my legs would work enough to shower at all。 Maybe a bath。
38
I WOKE JUST enough to feel the weight of someone at my back。 I snuggled against that warmth； wrapping sleep back around me。 An arm spilled over my shoulder； and I wriggled into the circle of arm and body。 It wasn't the warmth； or the feel of him that woke me； the wereleopards had gotten me used to all that。 It was the scent of his skin。 By the scent alone； I knew it was Richard。 I opened my eyes and snuggled deeper against him； curling that dark； muscled arm tighter around my body like drawing a cozy blanket around me。 Of course； a blanket didn't have the hard weight of Richard； or the silken glide of his naked skin against mine； or the ability to cuddle back； to use hands to pull my body tighter in against him。 He closed the distance； worked until； even with the height difference； his chest； stomach； and hips were curled around me。 He gave one last movement； and I could feel him pressed hard and ready against the back of my body。 It was morning； he was male； but it wasn't something embarrassing to be ignored。 I could pay as much； or as little； attention to it as I wanted； and I wanted。
I started to roll over in the almost tight circle of his body and found I was stiff。 My lower body felt bruised； aching； but in