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to the Regulator? Would his touch be gentle, or rough and demanding? Something told her both. He could meet passion with passion. She’d seen it in his eyes.
    Her fingers slipped over jeweled lips, chemically bare of hair. The removal wasn’t for any other reason than vanity. Ava was far from vain. The tradition had been carried down from mother to daughter, something that made her a woman in her culture. It was the only Nexian custom she indulgenced in, something the women of her world would never go without, a custom her mother embraced and passed on to her.
    As soon as a Nexian girl hit puberty, they permanently removed body hair and adorned their sexual areas with jewels. Each stone was mounted to the skin by tiny bio-filaments that pierced the flesh and sprung open underneath. Nanites would then weave the man-made, biological roots into the skin and around nerves.
    The studs were like a piercing but more delicate. The more wealthy the woman, the more jewels she wore. All started at the mons and moved up the hips along the belly, navel and even in some cases, reaching the breasts.
    Nexian mates would expect nothing less than a clean, hair-free, adorned body. Not that she ever wanted a mate. She didn’t. The practice was ultra-feminine, and all that kept her from becoming just another antediluvian smuggling contraband.
    The studs intensified the sense of touch and heighted sexual pleasure, created by the same men of her culture who frowned upon woman enjoying them for the purpose they were created, sometimes punishing the adorned female for having orgasms. The women of New Xiera had some of the biggest sexual appetites in the galaxy. In comparison to Nexian female desires, they were nothing, and Ava was no exception. Nexian women could be executed for giving in to the hunger, and had been. On New Xiera, they had freedoms not seen on Nexis and indulged liked starved children, using the star stones for more than just their marriage beds.
    She lived her life as she pleased, free to do what she wanted with whom she wanted. Yes, she had Nexian genetics, but she wasn’t raised to be like them and could give a mud-gat’s ass if her behavior raised a few brows with the population of Nexians on New Xiera.
    Ava pushed two fingers inside her pussy and worked them to the sweet spot, rubbing and petting the nerves that would give her release. This time it was his touch, his hand on her. His palm pressed against her clit. In her mind, his mouth kissed her breasts and licked the water from her naked skin. The fantasy was so real she could smell him and feel the intensity of his energy as he loved her.
    She sucked in a breath and moved faster, picturing Seth as he rode her, imagining the way he’d stretch her with his cock, doing every forbidden thing she desired. Her thighs tightened and pressure built in her pelvis. Another finger joined the other. Ava tipped her head back and gasped. Every nerve in her body fired, spiraling her closer and closer to oblivion and the release she desperately sought. Her pussy clenched around her fingers and Ava came with such force, she had to grab a bar to keep from collapsing. Each spasm sent a rapture of pleasure washing through her body, sating the roughest edge of her need. After a minute, the orgasm ebbed and brought her back to where she was.
    Alone .
    Masturbating would satisfy her for a while, but it wasn’t a solution. Eventually she’d have to find the product of her need and relieve the building tension. It was said when a Nexian met a soul-match, they would hunger for them as though they starved.
    At that was the problem. Legatus Seth Reynolds was her soul-mate, and her body knew it. Ava was ravenous, every thought preoccupied with the dangerous and forbidden man.
    She pulled her hand away from her pussy and dropped her foot, feeling along the wall for the lever to shut off the water. Alert prickled up the back of her neck. She opened her eyes.
    Standing on the other side of the