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wanted to kiss him. He wanted it so bad, to feel Sin's lips on his, to taste his mouth. "I can't believe you're here with me. I can't believe I can touch you," Rhys said, tightening his arm around him. But he had one more question to ask. "Can I ask you a question?"
    "Anything."
    "Is what Von said true?" Rhys asked quietly.
    Sin's brow pinched. "About what?"
    "That the Dychiiop mate for life?"
    Sin smiled, relieved and nodded shyly. "And the act of completion?" Sin asked quietly.
    "Completion?" Rhys asked, a little confused. Then he realized what Sin meant. "Oh. Consummation?"
    Keeping his eyes low, Sin nodded.
    Rhys lifted his chin so he looked at him and asked him, "If soul mates copulate, or mate, if they make love , they're bound to one another for life? Is that true?"
    Sin nodded, and after a long moment, he answered, "Yes."
    Rhys smiled again and marveled at the beauty of this creature, this man, in his arms. He looked at him, taking in his face, committing every detail to memory. His dark, almond-shaped eyes, his beautiful skin, his full lips. His perfect, full lips. And Rhys couldn't stand it a second longer.
    "Can I kiss you?"
    Sin's eyes widened, but he nodded quickly. "Yes."
    So Rhys did kiss him. Soft and sweet, gentle and chaste, he pressed his lips to Sin's, let them linger, breathing him in. It was a perfect first kiss.
    And then his hand held his face, and Rhys used his lips to softly open Sin's mouth. And their open lips lingered, not urgent, but languid and lovely. And then Rhys slowly flicked his tongue along Sin's bottom lip.
    Sin moaned.
    From just a kiss.
    Rhys pulled their bodies closer, feeling all of Sin against him, and he deepened the kiss. He covered Sin's mouth with his own, tasting his mouth, tasting him . His hands held Sin's face tighter, closer, their tongues touching, caressing, his desire taking over.
    He wanted him. He wanted to feel him underneath him, he wanted to be inside him.
    But it was too soon, and Sin had been through too much. They both had.
    Rhys pulled Sin's bottom lip in between his own, before pulling away, trying to slow their pace. Sin's eyes opened lazily, hazily, and Rhys chuckled at him.
    Sin licked his lips. "More?"
    Rhys chuckled again and pecked his lips to Sin's. "Patience. We have all the time in the universe."
    Needing to put some distance between them, Rhys rolled off the cot. "I'd better check the flight log," he said, quickly leaving the small room and walking out to the cockpit.
    Rhys checked the log and double checked the coordinates, though he didn't need to. He took some deep breaths, trying to rein in his body, trying to tamper his arousal.
    But then Sin was behind him. Rhys didn't have to turn around, he knew Sin was there. He could sense him. His body just knew, Sin's mere presence set his skin to warm.
    Sin's voice was quiet. "Do you not want me?"
    Rhys spun to look at him. The look of rejection on Sin's face lanced him. "I want you. Very much."
    "Then why won't you have me?"
    Rhys let out a shaky breath. "I don't want to rush you. You've been through a lot these last few months. I want you to be sure this is what you want," Rhys told him.
    Sin's brow furrowed at first. "But I'm your mate?"
    "Yes," Rhys answered quickly. "God, yes." He sighed loudly. "And it's because of that, because I want what's best for you. You need to be sure, without me tempting you physically."
    Sin nodded, but then the corner of his lips curled into a smile. "So then can I tempt you?"
    Then he was gone, except for his clothes, which fell to the floor.
    A now-familiar swirl of black smoke snaked around Rhys' calf and up his inner thigh, wrapping around his leg. Sin inched upward, around Rhys' leg to his groin. It was a weird sensation, pressure but not-quite-pressure as the smoke cupped his balls, caressed his still-hard cock, rubbing the length, swirling over the head, and snaked upward still. Sin wound around Rhys' waist, tickled his ribs and skimmed over his neck and wisped