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room for nerves when she could
feel his love in the bond that grew between them with every passing
day. Even dressed in his royal finest, she still saw the man
instead of the king, and it was the man she smiled for, even as she
let the king lead her out to meet their people.

An Excerpt from Savage
Need

    The interior of her room was dim compared
to the sunlit main hall, and Zahra shut the door behind her
and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Jarek?”
    He sat perched on the edge of her bed, his shoulders
tense and his gaze fixed on the wall ahead of him. “You came
back.”
    “ I told you I would.” She hesitated
by the door and unfastened her outer robe. It dropped away, leaving
her clad in only the sheer white robe she wore next to her skin and
the jeweled leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. “I wanted
to come back.”
    “ I tried to remember you.” His
voice sounded rusty with disuse, but he seemed more willing to
speak now that they were alone. “I tried to remember why you feel
like you’re mine. I can’t.”
    Zahra knelt at his feet, her hands clenched to hide
their shaking. “You kissed me once. At a party, the last
time I saw you.”
    The memory was vivid, clearer than it should have
been. A classmate of theirs had thrown a graduation party, and
she’d sought refuge from the noisy festivities in a deserted room.
Only instead of solitude, she’d found Jarek. A conversation and too
much wine had led to a single long kiss. Zahra remembered
their tongues mingling, heat and pleasure and need.
    The only other thing she remembered was that it had
ended too soon.
    His gaze dropped from the wall to her face, then
lower. A look of possessive need filled his face as he lifted both
hands to cup her cheeks, heartbreakingly gentle in spite of the
violence raging just beneath the surface. “Are you scared of
me?”
    She was scared of what had happened to age him, to
harden the intense blue eyes she remembered so well. She was scared
that she might not be strong enough to drag him back from the edge.
“I’m scared of a lot of things, Jarek, but not of you.”
    “ Zahra.” He whispered her name as
his fingers tunneled into the long strands of her hair. “I want to
taste you. Your mouth.”
    Yes. She rose on her knees and eased between
his legs. Her hands slid up his thighs, and she marveled at the
heat and hardness of his muscles through the thin ceremonial pants
he wore. “Taste me.”
    Long fingers curved around the vulnerable back of
her neck, the grip just tight enough to show strength. To show
dominance. His heartbeat thundered in her ears as he licked her
lower lip and growled softly. “Open.”
    Zahra opened her mouth on a gasp, surprised by
the way the simple brush of his tongue stoked the fire inside her.
His kiss was slow and demanding, claiming her mouth with every hard
thrust of his tongue, every rough scrape of his teeth.
    He didn’t stop, not until her head was spinning and
her hands were clenched on his legs. “Jarek.” It was too soon for
her skin to feel too tight, for her to shiver at the slightest
touch.
    Too soon for her to be so ready.
    He bit her lip hard and growled into her mouth, his
fingers fisting in her hair. “Do you want me to stop?”
    The thought almost hurt. “No, don’t stop.
Please.”
    His hand urged her head back until her throat was
bared to him. He nuzzled the edge of her chin and inhaled. “I’m in
Luna’s Temple. I remember that. But you don’t feel like a
priestess.”
    “ I’m a healer as well as a
priestess, Jarek.” Zahra moved her hands to his chest, barely
touching him. “A doctor, like you.”
    Jarek snarled and caught one wrist, her fingers
closing over the thin leather cuff so hard the jewels surely
bruised his hand. “Doctors can’t heal me. Sedated the body,
confused the mind. I don’t need a doctor.”
    Her wrist ached, but she didn’t move. “I’m not here
to hurt you.”
    “ I know.” The fingers in her