then he slackened, brought his head back down and
pierced her rapt gaze with his.
“My…
Frja
.”
She could’ve asked what that endearment
meant, but it didn’t matter. The look of absolute adoration on his
face, combined with the intensity deep in his eyes didn’t have
another definition. She was looking at love. And that’s when the
tears started.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He’d made her cry?
Dane twisted onto his back, taking her with
him, while spurts of bliss continued to radiate from where their
loins still joined. Fulfillment and complete satisfaction filled
him, sent there with her every pulse beat. He could identify every
feature of the room. Light. Sound. Smell. Wonder. He’d never felt
as he did right now. Ever. Reality seemed an eternity away, but it
intruded the moment he’d seen her tears.
“I sincerely hope those are tears of joy,
Evangeline. If not, we are going to have a severe problem, you and
me.”
He sent the remark to the ceiling above them.
She moved her head, hopefully to nod. He hoped it was a nod!
“Is that a yes?”
She moved her head again, and he pulled her
closer, bringing her fully atop him so he could prolong the
experience of being at one with her. Melded. Fitted. Combined. And
for these precious few moments in an eternity of them, it felt like
they still were. Words completely failed him at the extent of what
he’d just been gifted.
He’d found his mate! She was everything he’d
dreamt of and more! Perfection. Harmony. The planet might have
stopped revolving for all he cared. Time could cease. Truth
disappear. Facts wane. They were nothing compared to the reality
that was his dead heart picking up every beat from hers, sending
pulse noise to his ears.
He hadn’t changed her. Not yet. When it came
down to it, he found he couldn’t force her. He loved her too much!
He wanted her to return it. And for that he needed time! More than
the three hours or so left of the night. He wordlessly sent that
request to the span of space above him, as well. Look at him;
begging the fates for more of the one commodity that had seemed
eternal. It was unbelievable.
Her hair was loose about them. He couldn’t
remember pulling hairpins, but there wasn’t much clarity during
that gray area when he’d been focused on getting her naked skin
against his. Dane frowned slightly. He’d unbuttoned her suit
jacket, blouse, bra…pulled off her skirt. There wasn’t recollection
to where her pantyhose and other items might be, and nothing about
hairpins. Didn’t matter. He could be atop them for all he cared.
Dane lifted a lock of hair and separated the strands between his
fingers, watching it divide. Glossy. Clean. Fine.
Everything about her was absolute, stunning
perfection.
There was a lot to do and nothing on him
wanted to start. He had to get the ship moving. Stay off radar.
Hide her from Akron while he located those who’d ordered her death
so he could return the favor. It wouldn’t be easy. She appeared
innocuous, more like a day-trader than an assassin’s mark. He might
have to call in a favor from the Crusader knight, Invaris. Or that
Leonard fellow. As much as Dane distrusted humans, Len was all
right. Trustworthy. Good shot. Great at the little details.
She’d ceased crying if the little sniffles
were accurate. Thank goodness. He was clueless about an emotional
female. He should probably offer and then find tissues. Or
something. She sighed softly, touching his neck with just a hint of
air. The reaction went all the way through him, as ripples of goose
bumps were followed by tremors. And if the physical manifestations
he’d been gifted with included crying, they were really going to
have trouble.
Dane settled her hair back, stroking it into
place on a shoulder before moving his hand lower, meandering about
a back and the curve of buttocks that were everything feminine and
soft, and perfect.
“Thank you.”
Her whisper stopped his explorations. He
didn’t know how to answer, so he
pierced her rapt gaze with his.
“My…
Frja
.”
She could’ve asked what that endearment
meant, but it didn’t matter. The look of absolute adoration on his
face, combined with the intensity deep in his eyes didn’t have
another definition. She was looking at love. And that’s when the
tears started.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He’d made her cry?
Dane twisted onto his back, taking her with
him, while spurts of bliss continued to radiate from where their
loins still joined. Fulfillment and complete satisfaction filled
him, sent there with her every pulse beat. He could identify every
feature of the room. Light. Sound. Smell. Wonder. He’d never felt
as he did right now. Ever. Reality seemed an eternity away, but it
intruded the moment he’d seen her tears.
“I sincerely hope those are tears of joy,
Evangeline. If not, we are going to have a severe problem, you and
me.”
He sent the remark to the ceiling above them.
She moved her head, hopefully to nod. He hoped it was a nod!
“Is that a yes?”
She moved her head again, and he pulled her
closer, bringing her fully atop him so he could prolong the
experience of being at one with her. Melded. Fitted. Combined. And
for these precious few moments in an eternity of them, it felt like
they still were. Words completely failed him at the extent of what
he’d just been gifted.
He’d found his mate! She was everything he’d
dreamt of and more! Perfection. Harmony. The planet might have
stopped revolving for all he cared. Time could cease. Truth
disappear. Facts wane. They were nothing compared to the reality
that was his dead heart picking up every beat from hers, sending
pulse noise to his ears.
He hadn’t changed her. Not yet. When it came
down to it, he found he couldn’t force her. He loved her too much!
He wanted her to return it. And for that he needed time! More than
the three hours or so left of the night. He wordlessly sent that
request to the span of space above him, as well. Look at him;
begging the fates for more of the one commodity that had seemed
eternal. It was unbelievable.
Her hair was loose about them. He couldn’t
remember pulling hairpins, but there wasn’t much clarity during
that gray area when he’d been focused on getting her naked skin
against his. Dane frowned slightly. He’d unbuttoned her suit
jacket, blouse, bra…pulled off her skirt. There wasn’t recollection
to where her pantyhose and other items might be, and nothing about
hairpins. Didn’t matter. He could be atop them for all he cared.
Dane lifted a lock of hair and separated the strands between his
fingers, watching it divide. Glossy. Clean. Fine.
Everything about her was absolute, stunning
perfection.
There was a lot to do and nothing on him
wanted to start. He had to get the ship moving. Stay off radar.
Hide her from Akron while he located those who’d ordered her death
so he could return the favor. It wouldn’t be easy. She appeared
innocuous, more like a day-trader than an assassin’s mark. He might
have to call in a favor from the Crusader knight, Invaris. Or that
Leonard fellow. As much as Dane distrusted humans, Len was all
right. Trustworthy. Good shot. Great at the little details.
She’d ceased crying if the little sniffles
were accurate. Thank goodness. He was clueless about an emotional
female. He should probably offer and then find tissues. Or
something. She sighed softly, touching his neck with just a hint of
air. The reaction went all the way through him, as ripples of goose
bumps were followed by tremors. And if the physical manifestations
he’d been gifted with included crying, they were really going to
have trouble.
Dane settled her hair back, stroking it into
place on a shoulder before moving his hand lower, meandering about
a back and the curve of buttocks that were everything feminine and
soft, and perfect.
“Thank you.”
Her whisper stopped his explorations. He
didn’t know how to answer, so he
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