Chapter 184: Small, Soft Hands

In one long moment, with the silence fraught with tension, they simply stared at each other. His eyes had bled back to red. She had these confusing memories of taunting him, boldly making love to him. Other memories of being shy.

After being taunted with not being worthy of this first knowing, she wanted to scratch and scream and refuse to let him do this to her now. If he changed his mind, it would devastate her.

"Don't do this to me, if you don't mean it." She didn't care that she revealed how emotionally vulnerable she was. Almost exploding had a way of clarifying your priorities.

He carefully brushed her hair back from her face. "I will show you that I have honor. I can please you, my breeder."

He arranged her in the middle of the bunk, her hands over her head and her hair just so.

"Do not move, my breeder."

The reverence in his voice was almost painful. He stroked her hair back from her face and arranged her hands with her fingers slightly apart.

"Why can't I move?"