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together, there are certain urges…”
    She smacked his chest. He captured her hand and turned it so
that he could press a kiss on her pulse point. “That’s not what I mean.”
    His tongue rasped against her wrist. “I know.” She tasted
better than he could have imagined. He watched her eyes grow to storm-lined
silver. Dark, beautiful.
    “Your tongue is rough.” Wonder and curiosity burned from her
gaze. Wonder, curiosity, and no small amount of lust.
    He fought against the feeling of relief. There was a change
in pressure, the increased frenzy of the wind outside. It mirrored the fire
raging through his body. “I can’t do anything about that.”
    She glanced up and he was surprised to find humor bouncing
back to him. “Why would you want to? That’s got to come in handy.”
    He opened his mouth to comment and she met his lips with
hers. Her kiss was like wildfire, full of heat and lust, exploring his lips
with delicate intent. His tongue sank into the dark velvet of her mouth,
tasting the edge of need that was driving them both insane.
    “You are so delicious.” Her breathless words ended on a
growl and he grinned against her mouth.
    “You taste even better.” Like warm honey and heat. Her kiss
was addicting. “You’re going to burn me alive.” He buried his face against her
neck and drew in a shaky breath. She wasn’t ready. He could taste the change in
her body, the acceptance of the hormone. Something important scratched at the
back of his mind, but he shoved it away. Her nails dug into his shoulders and
he licked against the racing pulse point going wild beneath the skin. She
shattered his thoughts with butterfly kisses along his jawline.
    His mouth watered and his teeth ached to sink into the sweet
flesh. He growled, reining in the beast that threatened to overwhelm. “Are you
sure you want to do this?” Her breath fanned across his neck. Teeth nipped at
the skin. The stinging bites shot bolts of pleasure straight to his cock. It
wasn’t too late to stop her change. Gods help him if he didn’t want to stop.
    “What are you waiting for?” She arched against him, begging
with her body. “A handwritten invitation? Stop teasing.”
    “Oh baby, I haven’t even begun to tease.” His lips pressed
against her temple. “Open for me, Desh’ra .” Dear one . His lips
explored hers in a dance that had her moaning against his. Her flavor was fresh
like summer rains and raw like the awakening fruit of his home world. “Tell me
there is a more comfortable place to take this.” His mouth pressed kisses
against her throat. Her moan made him smile, and then she dug her fingernails
into his scalp, tugging him closer. His palm slid up her ribs and cupped the
swell of a full breast, dragging her shirt with him. In a moment, her shirt
came over her head and dropped to the floor.
    “The bedroom. Door.” His lips latched on to her nipple
through the soft mesh of her under shirt. She gave a throaty moan. “Behind
you.”
    “What was that?” His fingers toyed with her other nipple.
    “Door. Behind. You.” She gasped. “Oh yes.”
    She liked his touch. Male satisfaction rumbled through his
body and mind. She arched against his mouth and held him against her.
    He needed her hotter. Wilder. He pulled away from her
delectable breast and smiled at her. His fingers ran down her arm before
interlocking with hers.
    Her eyes lit with surprise and gazed at their clasped hands.
It twisted something in his heart to realize this kind of affection was alien
to her. He pressed a light kiss to her wrist and dragged her toward the door.
He couldn’t get enough of her lips, tasting and sipping with every step. Azros
had her against the door and inside before she could blink. He walked her
slowly backward, tugging at the mesh undershirt, pulling it over her head. Her
body took his breath away. Perfect round breasts, rose-tipped perfection.
Beautiful eyes lit with an inner fire.
    Her hands flattened against his chest