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He was her husband—or would be shortly, he thought as she walked gracefully across the space next to him, the unhurried pace belied by the sudden tension in her slender shoulders.
    “There’s no need to be nervous,” he told her when they reached the bed. “Mating is about giving and receiving pleasure, and eventually, at a time of our choosing, procreation.”
    “I know how it all works, Ambassador.”
    “Do you?” Her cool tone amused him. He’d stake his life she was intimidated but he admired her self-possession.
    “There is abundant information on the subject. I believe it is perfectly normal to be curious, so I have read quite a lot.”
    “Ah. Well, soon you will know if your sources are accurate or not, though I promise you descriptions of orgasmic pleasure do not do it justice. A demonstration is necessary. Allow me.”
    She did nothing when he released her hand and reached for the elaborate gold clasp at the neckline of her gown, but she did avert her gaze as he pulled it free. The material slid over her shoulders and to the floor in a sensuous whisper of sound and all she wore beneath was a traditional sleeveless, short, sheer undergarment made of a fabric so fine it concealed nothing.
    Instantly his cock swelled to rigid arousal, her beauty riveting. Supple limbs, long legs, the apex between her thighs a pale gleam, her sex shaved bare, which was his preference. Her breasts were firm and high, full enough there was a tantalizing shadow between them, the nipples a delicate pink. Put it all together with that cascade of golden hair and those stunning emerald eyes…
    A very tempting female, no doubt it. He didn’t blame Le Clerc in the least for wanting the princess.
    He understood completely.
    The challenge was to equal that steamy kiss he’d seen on the monitor earlier. Marc trailed his fingers over her smooth shoulder and bent his head to touch his mouth to hers gently at first, because she radiated trepidation despite her outward self-possession. Soft lips parted in acceptance of the sweep of his tongue and she gave a small telling sigh.
    Not a bad start. She tasted warm and sweet, and he took his time, urging her closer until their bodies touched. Marc had the healthy sexual appetite of an S-species male, and his hunger grew as they kissed. In his embrace, she felt perfect against him, curvaceous and desirable. The rush of his arousal made his heartbeat accelerate.
    He touched her, lifting up the filmy fabric of her undergarment until he could tug it off completely, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. Jayla didn’t object, and when he captured her mouth again, this time less gentle and more urgent, she put her arms around his neck and willingly pressed her lissome body against him.
    His princess had passion and the pull between them was strong.
    This might be a very pleasurable alliance.
    From the moment they met he’d sensed her attraction to him, and how it confused her, and he probably had Le Clerc to thank for it. Not that he’d be thanked in return for even touching her, but this was how it was all meant to be, Marc knew it.
    “Lie down while I undress,” he murmured against her mouth. “It is so much better naked skin to naked skin. Let me show you.”
    “If you wish.” She pulled out of his embrace and did as he suggested, reclining on the bed as she watched from under the veil of her lashes as he jerked off his clothes as fast as possible, her curiosity unhidden. The slenderness of her body emphasized the voluptuousness of her breasts, and the spill of her pale hair against the sheets was an erotic invitation he was unlikely to refuse. Normally he chose his sexual partners with regard to how well they might please him and how little they expected in return—not in terms of pleasure, he wasn’t a selfish male when it came to mating—but in terms of permanence. He’d known all his life his marriage would be likely based on political advantage.
    And for the first