Emotionally Charged

Warning: spoiler. This is a key scene from Broken Bonds, the one in which Brad, who has never even kissed a woman, realizes he’s fallen for Nidrani, who will make up the fourth in the soon-to-be rolor bond between Brad, Ardaval, Imarin, and Nidrani.

I sent Brad and Nidrani up to the roof while Ardaval and Imarin tried to work out their differences. I wanted the four of them to end up together, and for that to work, the pairing between Brad and Nidrani had to be viable. On a conscious level, I had no idea how this would come about. I sent them up and started writing. Wow. I was at least as shocked as Brad. We were both pretty shaken up by the time I reached the end of the scene.

Looking back at the novel, however, it was clear that Brad was falling for her, and Imarin points out a short while later.

I admit that I also had no idea how I’d get Brad acquitted of treason, another goal of mine in terms of how the novel would come out. That was another where I started writing and discovered the answer.

But that’s an excerpt for another time.

Excerpt:

 

Nervous energy coursed through Brad as he followed Nidrani through the door onto the roof. “Are you sure this will work?”

    “Imarin believes he can convince Ardaval to listen this time.” Nidrani pushed the roof door shut.

    “The last time they made up, it was for one night only.”

    “They didn’t make up, they simply ignored their differences.” Nidrani blew air through her pursed lips.

“I hope this time they settle things between them.” Brad walked to the edge of the roof and gazed over the city. The ever-cool, and always-damp wind blew and clouds drifted over his head. “What are we going to do while we wait?”

    “We’ll watch the sky. Perhaps the sun will appear.” Nidrani held out a hand to him.

    He glanced up at the gray sky. The prospect of sunlight appeared dim. “We can watch clouds gather and light fade.” He gazed at the woman beside him. He’d avoided thinking what swearing rolor would mean with between Nidrani and him. He hadn’t considered his feelings for her at all, the spirits knew why. They went a hell of a lot deeper than friendship. He shook his head, and, giving in to the impulse, drew Nidrani into his arms for a kiss.

She sighed and opened her mouth to him. Her whole body, soft and warm, pulsed, trembled with desire. Her lips tasted of the berries she had eaten a short while ago. He didn’t want to let them go.

    “You’re a handsome man,” Nidrani murmured.

    Brad shook his head, too disturbed by the kiss and his reaction to it to speak.

    “Why is it so difficult to believe I could desire you?”

    He wanted to touch her. As he brushed a hand over her breasts, the nipples came to taut peaks, visible under her tunic. “I realize you do, and yet…”

    “You may have never desired a woman – until now “

    He nodded. Useless to deny it. The truth pulsed against her.

    “Does not mean none have desired you.”

    The hand she’d slipped under his shirt curved over his shoulders and moved down his back. When it reached at the sensitive spot near his right shoulder blade, he shuddered and pulled her closer. His hands shook as he slipped them under Nidrani’s tunic and ran a thumb over her erect nipples. She sighed into his mouth. His hands slipped lower, pushed down Nidrani’s skirt and undergarment, caressed her buttocks, pressed her against his erection.

Her whole body trembled, shook like a leaf blown by a strong wind. She wrapped her arms around him. He trembled also. He’d never reacted like this to a woman before. Perhaps because of the bond with Arda, which he sensed still existed, or perhaps because she was Aleyni and she didn’t map into his mental notion of woman the way a Terran would have.

    “Don’t analyze so much,” Nidrani murmured. “Accept the truth of your body.”

    He could do nothing else. Nidrani pulled off the last of his clothing, drew him with her down to the surface of the roof. He should have brought a cushion. He stared down into Nidrani’s face. Did he dare make love to her?

Nidrani opened her arms.”Yes. Oh, yes.”

He hesitated a moment longer, and Nidrani reached for him, drew him inside her, moaned. He thrust into her as she exploded into climax; her internal muscles tightened around him, and with a final thrust, he shattered into a million pieces, exploded inside her as she tightened again and again around him

    “I feel like I’m a teenager again.” He stared into Nidrani’s face.

    “We’ll take things more slowly next time,” Nidani murmured.

Reluctantly he stood, loathe to have this moment end. He extended a hand to Nidrani, and together they walked down the stairs to join the other two.

 

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