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time, it didn’t bother him. He couldn’t shed his tunic or pants fast enough.
    The sight of his erection, swollen high against his stomach, made Jayla’s emerald eyes widen, but he was gratified to see it was more fascination than alarm. Neither did she flinch when he joined her on the large bed, his hands skimming over her alabaster skin. “You’ve never mated before. Is your chip activated?”
    Nearly every female had a chip inserted just below one shoulder blade that controlled her hormonal patterns, so she only ovulated when it was programmed for her to do so. In a few cases, females didn’t respond well to having their bodies regulated in this manner, and while someday he did want children, the possibility of a pregnancy should be a choice for both of them to make.
    “Yes,” she told him, the verdant brilliance of her eyes alluring. “I’m not fertile at this time, Ambassador.”
    He touched her cheek, though his body called to him to touch her in other ways, the pulse of his cock in time with the beat of his heart. “Good. We need to get to know each other better before we breed.”
    Starting with their bodies and the pleasure they could give each other. He ran his hands over the mounds of her breasts, pleased with their shape, the luscious weight of them in his palms, with the way her nipple puckered as he leaned over and lightly circled one pink tip with his tongue in a leisurely teasing sweep. On her back, unmoving, Jayla watched him with half-closed eyes, her chest lifting quickly with each small breath. Bent over her lovely form, he began to suckle, her reaction to the pressure of his mouth on her breast a gasp as she quivered. With an inner smile he began a tender assault to ready her for penetration, his hands sliding over her skin—shoulders, down the slim length of her arms, over the plane of stomach to the curve of hip and thigh until he found the warm softness of her sex. Marc licked a hot path up her collarbone and along the graceful curve of her neck to whisper in her ear. “Spread your legs.”

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    Jayla wondered if every female was as susceptible to the handsome son of the governor of Minoa. Probably, she decided as he skimmed his magical touch along her inner thigh, for even though he was basically a stranger and his long frame dwarfed hers, she felt he would take care to make this a satisfying experience. There was something about him that inspired confidence, which was probably why he was such an effective diplomat.
    Faith was needed at this crucial moment in her life.
    Spread your legs …
    Aquamarine eyes looked into hers with mesmerizing intensity. “I understand trust for a female at this time in her life isn’t given lightly…”
    There he goes again, reading my mind so easily .
    “…but there are ways to ready you so your body accepts the pleasure more easily. Let me in and I’ll show you.”
    She’d just agreed to be his life partner, to accept him for Anasta and for herself. This was part of it and what he’d done to her so far was both intriguing and pleasurable. Jayla eased her thighs apart, a sense of vulnerability vying with a tingling anticipation. His muscular body was as beautiful as one of the ancient Earth sculptures, defined and hard, his physical strength undeniable. The erect length of his penis was formidable, with a flared crown that already glistened with semen, but for whatever reason, she wasn’t frightened.
    “You are as beautiful here,”—long fingers skimmed her labia—“as you are everywhere else.”
    One finger teased her opening then eased inside her vaginal passage in tantalizing exploration.
    Without thought, she spread her legs open even more at the erotic invasion and closed her eyes, all her concentration on the rhythm of his finger as he began to move it deep and then slide it almost all the way out, to push slowly back in. Though it wasn’t a conscious decision, her hips lifted with each penetration and he added a second finger