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was untouched .
     
    Completely uninitiated.
    How could that be for a mature Familiar woman?! It was unfathomable.
    What kind of a life did she lead in this place? How much did she really know of herself and her people? No Familiar woman was ever meant to live as life such as this. Salair Ner, calm on the outside, feverishly wondered what he would do with such a woman? He was a man who lived for heated pleasure; he was a sophisticated lover who looked for the same in his partners. In all his years of experience, he had never lain with an untouched woman. Not that he could not figure it out quick enough, he supposed.
    After all, he had a certain expertise.
    While the knowledge had momentarily shocked him, he did not want to put more importance on it than it warranted. Her state was more the result of the life she had been forced to lead, rather than anything else. More important, her untouched state clearly spoke to him of how estranged she was from her race–of which she had been denied the company of, along with her true nature. All of that would be rectified soon.
    He gladly would see to it.
    At first, he had not been sure about this turn of events. But, the more time he spent in her company, the more his instincts told him that he would have no other. It was strange the way the mating rituals worked for his kind. . .
    Yet they were always true .
    Salair realized with total clarity that he utterly wanted this woman. Forever.
    As his alone.
    And she wondered what made him expect such intimacies from her?
    She was about to find out.
    "You ask what makes me think so?" He lifted her fingers to his lips. "This tells me, Snow." He suckled on the tips, slowly letting his teeth scrape against the ultra-sensitive skin. It was her first introduction to his expertise. The scraping touch was perfectly pressured.
    A frisson skirted up her spine.
    Snow gasped and tried to pull out of his grip. He held her fast.
    "Discerning such disclosures from a female are second nature to me."
    Snow was not sure she liked being 'discerned'. It was rather perfunctory when one came right down to it. She lifted her chin defiantly. "I am not a simple rhyme that one picks up and instantly guesses the meaning to." He looped a wet section of hair behind her shoulder.
    "How boring if you were," he strangely conceded.
    "Perhaps I agreed to this swim a bit prematurely. You seem to be a man who expects these arrangements. Especially from women who live rather lonely lives in the far woods, on out of the main gate planets. Mayhap, I should make you wait for your–"
    His laugh was full and rich. "I need not wait, Snow. I already claimed you the instant we met."
    "Claimed me?" She could not believe what she was hearing. She had not agreed to that. What kind of a weird race did she come from that a man would leap to such a conclusion?!
    "The moon is high in the sky behind us, lengthening our shadows." Salair watched as his longer shadow covered hers. "I have already placed my soul upon you."
    Her mouth parted in shock. "What-What did you say?" Her dream flashed through her mind. It must be coincidence!
    " N'taga. Shadow dance. You are mine to take, Snow. And I intend to make it so this very eve." She began to bristle at his audacity. "I see. I should have been suspicious from the first. The way you just walked up and introduced yourself as if you had every right to–Wait a moment. . . ! So the female has no choice in the matter according to you?"
    He sighed. "It is not about choice. It is about mating ." Even as she fumed at his boldness, strong, muscular arms came about her waist, pulling her towards him. “It is the rule of life.”
    "Such rules do not apply to me, Salair Ner! I do not live my life as a Familiar woman."
    He scoffed at that nonsense. “You cannot dismiss nature. You are Familiar, and you will soon see that the rituals very much apply to you. I am going to mate you, Snow." His tone was firm and altogether resolute.
    And he was through talking