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“ Where , Naya? Tell me where that knot is—and I’ll release it. Tell me where your fire is and I’ll feed it with my tongue and teeth and lips until it’s an inferno.”
    “Here,” she whispered again. “Here. In my…m-my cunt.”
    Dreylan growled. Both at the word, and at the aching want filling the word with power. He hauled himself from her body, planted his palms high on her inner thighs and, without preamble, shoved her legs apart and plunged his tongue into her sodden pussy.
    Cream covered his lips, filled his mouth as Naya immediately erupted in a shuddering orgasm. She screamed, bucking against his mouth, her juices gushing from her slit.
    Dreylan lapped greedily, curling his fingers into her quivering thighs as he relentlessly tongued Naya’s folds and clit. She cried out, hips driving upward, hands grabbing fistfuls of bedding as another shudder racked her body. And another and another. “Gods. Gods! Oh, by the fucking gods!”
    She collapsed to the mattress, limp and gasping for breath. Dreylan lifted his head from her sex and slid up her body, placing soft kisses on her belly, her breasts, her neck as he did so. He reached her jaw, nibbling a languid line to her lips. “I want you to taste how sweet your fire is,” he murmured. “Before I make you come again.”
    She shifted beneath him, her gaze shining with amazement. “Again?” she croaked, threading trembling fingers through his hair. “Will I survive?”
    Dreylan chuckled. “Most definitely.”
    Naya’s lips stretched into a slow smile, a smile Dreylan could only describe as shy. “Will you let me taste you first?”
    The question, uttered so innocently and yet at the same time, so provocatively, made Dreylan’s throat squeeze tight. He stared at her for a long silent moment, his cock so engorged, so stiff, he could barely move without being flooded with exquisite pain. He couldn’t answer her with words. They failed him. Instead, he brushed his lips over hers, gently tracing the tip of his tongue over their soft shape. As their breaths mingled, Naya’s tongue touched his, tentatively, and then with increasing hunger, licking her own juices from his mouth.
    Her groan, low and throaty, vibrated through Dreylan. He broke the kiss, knowing if he didn’t he would rip his clothes from his body and sink his cock into her sex. He couldn’t do that. Not yet. Not until she—
    The thought stopped him in his tracks.
    Not yet?
    Not yet ?
    Not at all. She wasn’t his to fuck. She was New Earth’s emissary, the planet’s only hope of revival. His job was to invade her dreams, learn what the slavers had done to her and deliver her to Pretorik Ipari.
    A chill curled around Dreylan’s chest and he looked at Naya, trying to ignore the heady passion smoldering in her eyes. Once again, Ipari’s explanation didn’t gel. For the first time since seeing her up on the main auction dais on Level 7, for the first time since being assaulted by the mysterious dream memory, Dreylan really thought about his assignment.
    How was a virgin supposed to save a planet?
    The coldness seeping into him spread. He pulled away from Naya, jaw clenched, tension claiming his muscles. “How are you to save Earth, Naya Kistari?” he asked, ignoring the overwhelming hunger to press her back to the mattress and taste her all over again.
    Naya stared up at him, smooth cheeks flushed pink, breaths still ragged and shallow. A frown pulled at her straight eyebrows and she moved slightly, as though to reach for him, before shaking her head. “I do not understand?”
    Dreylan ground his teeth. Shit , he wanted to kiss away that frown. “How can a virgin riephia save New Earth?” He pushed himself from the bed, forcing distance between them. “Why you?”
    Naya blinked, an unreadable light flaring in her eyes as she sat up. She crossed her arms over her breasts and lifted her chin. She looked defiant. Defiant and completely vulnerable. “Marriage,” she said.
    Just that