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screamed.
    His cock jumped and he reached down to caress it through his loincloth, studying her face as he touched himself.
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    She gasped. Saul leaned forward to kiss her long and hard. She swayed into him, as soft and yielding as she’d been at the arena. His hands wandered down her back, feeling the gentle curves of her body while noting that under those curves was tight, toned muscle. Not a lazy girl, his lifemate. He grasped her bottom, rounding the curves, gripping them and pulling her tight against his prick. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her.

    K’rilla didn’t protest when she felt his fingers digging into her bottom. She’d never felt anything as heavenly as his hands pulling her tight against his erection. She wanted him in her, the molten heat of her core throbbing as she rubbed herself against his body.
    He would fill her completely, everything about their joining would be perfect. K’rilla decided to let go of whatever doubts that still lingered about their mating—Admiral Saul Darius was her lifemate.
    Thank the Goddess.
    Darius lifted her, carrying her across the room with her legs wrapped around his waist. The muscles of his arm tensed as he took her weight, but his strength never faltered. He wasn’t the type of man to build muscles for their own sake; she knew that instinctively. Darius did some kind of physical labor on a regular basis. She clutched him, reveling in the scent of his sweat, the musky perfume that she knew no other woman could ever appreciate the way she did.
    Saul Darius had been created specifically for her.
    When he set her down on the little storage cabinet, he confused her. She’d expected to go to the bed, but the cabinet’s possibilities became clear quickly enough. It was just the right height for him to access her body and she slid her hips toward him, loving every moment. He thrust against her, the rounded head of his penis rubbing back and forth against the heat of her clit. She arched, enjoying the sensation at first. But then the fabric separating their bodies was too much of a barrier, too rough and scratchy compared to the smooth skin of his cock.
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    She needed to feel his flesh against her own.
    Darius, as if reading her mind, stepped back just long enough to rip his loincloth free. Then he shoved up the filmy remains of her dress. It took only an instant to work his hand under the lace of her last protective barrier, pushing the delicate fabric to one side and sinking three fingers into her. K’rilla gasped at the sudden stretching stimulation.
    “Oh that feels good,” she murmured as he found her clit with his thumb. He shaped her, wiggling the tiny spur of flesh back and forth as she collapsed backward.
    Darius seemed to be touching her everywhere at once, the sensations building on each other until she hardly knew what to wish for—his hard cock in her body or the continuing pleasure of his cunning fingers. Higher and higher he pushed her, right to the brink of explosion. He is really, really good at this , K’rilla thought, feeling a sudden surge of jealousy as she wondered who’d taught him these tricks.
    Darius pulled his fingers free. K’rilla mewed in protest as he laughed. Then she watched, mesmerized, as he raised his hand to his face and licked his fingers slowly and deliberately.
    “Delicious.”
    K’rilla shivered, feeling cold and lonely without his touch. She gave a little whimper of need and thrust her hips toward him. He took the hint, reaching down to steady his cock. Then he rubbed the soft, round head up and down along the ridge of her clit for several seconds, bathing her with the pearls of fluid seeping from the tip.
    Sensation throbbed through her, blood rushing to her core. She squirmed against him and he gave a low, satisfied laugh.
    “You want it, don’t you?”

    The quick nod of her head, the rising flush in her face—together they were almost enough to send Saul over the edge.