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blood rushing to his cock. He knew the cascading waves would caress his skin with utter perfection. Damn, but he wanted her. Bad. She was curvy, fuller and creamier than the rest of the female population on New Earth. Even those in the southern tier of the planet were shapeless compared to her. Heâd slept with hundreds of females far and wide. There were few galaxies his cock hadnât conquered. But to be faced with her loveliness on a daily basis was sheer torture. He would have her under his body. Sink into her flesh. Rotate his hips in such a way theyâd both moan in pleasure.
In all the galaxies, hell the Federated Universes, she was unique. Deep, blue eyes ringed by pure gold held him in a limbo of lust. Her long, thick lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, giving a new meaning to slumberous eyes. Genesis Blackmore was more than a passing fancy. She was every maleâs darkest fantasy come to life. She pulled him from the deepest pit of his unconscious thoughts and breathed life into his skin. Every male on New Earth and beyond would give everything in his possession to be with a woman like Genesis. Die for a woman like Genesis, and not even flinch when he fell upon his own sword. She was that type of persuasion. Devastating to anyone who dare try and capture her heart.
She was a different spice everyone wanted to taste. A bold flavor spilling onto his tongue that drove him mad with lust. She was one that would make a male stand out in a crowd while on his arm. All the females envied her. He knew this to be true as heâd heard them talking. Had almost gone to her defense, but drew up short at the last minute. Oh yes, Genesis Blackmore would be the death of him.
The males of New Earth could sleep outside their species, and Xander had done his share of inter- species bed hopping. But to match with one such as her was unheard of.
Match?
Xanderâs thoughts were on a path to destruction. Before he had a chance to deny the statement, he realized that yes, he did want to be matched to Genesis Blackmore. Normally a thought like that would have left him nauseous and unsettled in his skin. Something this significant couldnât go without careful observation. Did he truly want to be matched to her? Totally devoted to her in every way imaginable. Tied to one woman with no chance of escape? Hell yes he did! His skin was heated and he knew that if he looked into a mirror, his eyes would be flooded with intense need. She wasnât some fling, or even a match of convenience. Sheâd moved the floor beneath him and he hadnât had a momentâs hesitation when taking the fall. He watched Gen and Nimziri in a heated conversation and wondered if she would want to be matched to him. After all, he had a reputation of bowing out of matches at the very last possible moment. Did it make him a rogue? Yes. Did he care what any of the others had said about him in the past? No. But the thought of Gen hearing of his past escapades had him worried. He was a man of action if nothing else. If the mood suited him, he accepted. If it didnât, he moved on. He had a feeling his mood would never change with Genesis by his side.
Heâd invited her to the private tasting against Adams wishes of course. Adam was matched to Bianca, his conniving little tease of a sister. They were a political match and Xander thanked whatever Gods or Goddesses in the verses that Chancellor Reynard had a son and not a daughter. Otherwise it would be Xander who would be in a political match, and that would put a wrench in his attempt at wooing Gen into seeing that they had a future.
He was the most eligible male at the Academy now that Adam was matched to Bianca. He was meant to have Genesis and have her he would. Matches were made through tasting and in tasting, one could find their most suitable life partners. Blood was exchanged. From that exchange a Pars lineage could be discerned, their types of physical attributes and their ability
In all the galaxies, hell the Federated Universes, she was unique. Deep, blue eyes ringed by pure gold held him in a limbo of lust. Her long, thick lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, giving a new meaning to slumberous eyes. Genesis Blackmore was more than a passing fancy. She was every maleâs darkest fantasy come to life. She pulled him from the deepest pit of his unconscious thoughts and breathed life into his skin. Every male on New Earth and beyond would give everything in his possession to be with a woman like Genesis. Die for a woman like Genesis, and not even flinch when he fell upon his own sword. She was that type of persuasion. Devastating to anyone who dare try and capture her heart.
She was a different spice everyone wanted to taste. A bold flavor spilling onto his tongue that drove him mad with lust. She was one that would make a male stand out in a crowd while on his arm. All the females envied her. He knew this to be true as heâd heard them talking. Had almost gone to her defense, but drew up short at the last minute. Oh yes, Genesis Blackmore would be the death of him.
The males of New Earth could sleep outside their species, and Xander had done his share of inter- species bed hopping. But to match with one such as her was unheard of.
Match?
Xanderâs thoughts were on a path to destruction. Before he had a chance to deny the statement, he realized that yes, he did want to be matched to Genesis Blackmore. Normally a thought like that would have left him nauseous and unsettled in his skin. Something this significant couldnât go without careful observation. Did he truly want to be matched to her? Totally devoted to her in every way imaginable. Tied to one woman with no chance of escape? Hell yes he did! His skin was heated and he knew that if he looked into a mirror, his eyes would be flooded with intense need. She wasnât some fling, or even a match of convenience. Sheâd moved the floor beneath him and he hadnât had a momentâs hesitation when taking the fall. He watched Gen and Nimziri in a heated conversation and wondered if she would want to be matched to him. After all, he had a reputation of bowing out of matches at the very last possible moment. Did it make him a rogue? Yes. Did he care what any of the others had said about him in the past? No. But the thought of Gen hearing of his past escapades had him worried. He was a man of action if nothing else. If the mood suited him, he accepted. If it didnât, he moved on. He had a feeling his mood would never change with Genesis by his side.
Heâd invited her to the private tasting against Adams wishes of course. Adam was matched to Bianca, his conniving little tease of a sister. They were a political match and Xander thanked whatever Gods or Goddesses in the verses that Chancellor Reynard had a son and not a daughter. Otherwise it would be Xander who would be in a political match, and that would put a wrench in his attempt at wooing Gen into seeing that they had a future.
He was the most eligible male at the Academy now that Adam was matched to Bianca. He was meant to have Genesis and have her he would. Matches were made through tasting and in tasting, one could find their most suitable life partners. Blood was exchanged. From that exchange a Pars lineage could be discerned, their types of physical attributes and their ability
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