Chapter Eighteen
The power of her energy knocked Yehfe off kilter. His fingers were locked around Beulah’s as she lay writhing on the berth. He felt the tendrils of the bond aching for her, reaching for her. His petals pulled away from his body in an effort to get closer to her. His hardened member strained. It took every ounce of strength in him to hold himself back from her.
Beulah trembled and shook and moaned for long moments. It seemed like an eternity. And all he could do was hold her and watch.
So, that’s what he did. He held her until the trembling subsided. And when she finally stilled, Yehfe realized that she was asleep.
His gaze stayed trained on her lovely face. His fingers took liberties, tracing the lines and contours of her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. He cradled the thin
