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anyone
else.”
    All five of his long fingers splayed across
her mons, branding her with his heat, the sensation crawling downwards. Her juices
flowed, making her ready. She trembled with anticipation. It had never been
like this before. As a twilighter, she’d always needed enhancements in order to
respond. But not with Devon.
    Touching her lips with a gentle, teasing
brush, he traced their fullness with his tongue. She opened her mouth, wanted
to taste him. Yanking him downwards, she drank with a ravenous thirst from his
sensuous, firm lips. His piercing invasion captured her soft moan of desire.
    With one hand, he cupped her face and the
other, the one that tantalized her, he separated her shax lips and at last two
fingers entered her heated core. Oh Symion, so much pleasure in his touch. She whimpered and thrust her hips towards the source. Shafts of radiance flared
outwards, encompassing them both within its warm center.
    He raised his head and looked at her, his
fingers anchored inside her. “Your hot silk beckons me, na-nivia . Can
you sense my desire for you?”
    Untangling her fingers from his hair, she
reached around and yanked his skinsuit open, with an imperative need to taste
of him, she nibbled at his neck, felt his pulse throb beneath her tongue. Her
fingers encountered a scar at the back of his neck. She pulled back and looked
up at him questioningly.
    “The chip with your information embedded with
a beamer to track my movements. It will need to be removed. Later.” He bent to
her, his long fingers thrust inside her, his thumb teased at her bud. “Much
later,” he growled.
    Eluria pulled Devon close and wrapped her
arms around him. A wave of panic washed over her at the realization of what
awaited them outside this sanctuary. She trembled in the knowledge that this
time with Devon must last her an eternity. With a fierceness born of desperate
need, she clung to him.
    “Devon, love me, please,” she whispered
frantically. “Now. I need to have your khout filling me. I need to forget what
awaits us.”
    His fingers receded from her and he stood.
“Don’t think beyond this moment. Think of the union we planned. This was always
our path. Envision only Devon and Eluria cloaked in your female light.” He shed
his skinsuit quickly. Eluria admired his lean, hard form. It felt unreal,
having him here, a vision materialized.
    It seemed an impossibility he could still
want her after what had happened—after what her father had done. To have Devon
desire her, to see it in his eyes, feel it in his body, had only ever been a
taboo vision allowed her in stasis.
    “Open for me, na-nivia . Show me your
shax-ra—the petals of your desire, glistening only for me.”
    Eluria sensed the very real the passion
rooted in the tenor of his husky tone. She eyed him hungrily, his khout was
thick and hard, ready to impale her. She knew once he entered her channel
completely and held steady, her liquid essence would cause the shaft to grow
longer, thicker. Desire built, her radiance was now a steady golden fire
surrounding her. It was more than lust—it was the color of bonding—a sensual,
yet spiritual melding of bodies and minds.
    She sit up, wanting to caress the satin hard
length of him. There’d never been a desire to appreciate a man’s body before.
But now, she thought she understood his pleasure in touching her—she wanted to
do the same—to savor every inch of him.
    “No,” he stopped her. His blue eyes glowed
with an inner flare of want. “Open for me.”
    She lay back and spread her legs for him. He
knelt between them and watched her as she reached down, spreading the engorged
lips of her shax, and displayed her pulsating, wet shax-ra. Her desire for him
blazed.
    Molten fire singed along her skin as he reached
out to caress the engorged, sensitive opening. He touched her hard bud and she
felt more of her liquid essence release. “Yes, na-nivia , flow for me.
You are beautiful. It seems I’ve waited a