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my mouth.

“The answer is yes,” I mumble, pressing kisses against her lips between each word. Then I raise myself onto my elbows, leaning over her. “I am still here because we’re not done yet.”

She laughs as I roll her fully onto her back. When I have her right where I want her—beneath me—I take my time, kissing my way down her smooth pale throat.

I linger over the white scar above her breast. She was almost killed during the last battle with the Dokhalls, and I tense at the memory of her, so close to death as she lay in another male’s arms.

The brave female saved the life of her pregnant friend.

“Stop staring,” she murmurs, and I hush her, running my tongue over her scar.

She squirms and sighs, and her needy sounds make me even harder as I take one of her nipples in my mouth. She buries her hand in my hair, holding me to her.

As if I want to be anywhere else.

Beneath Vivian’s cool, calm exterior is the passion I knew was there the moment I laid eyes on her. And I’m the only one who gets to see it.

I wrestle with the possessiveness that attempts to rise at the thought, even as I’m still tonguing her nipple. I move to her other breast, playing with it until it’s as hard and red as its twin.

“Beautiful,” I growl. I lean up and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes begin to flutter shut, but she opens them at my growl. I want her to see who she is kissing. To know that while she is on this planet, no other male will make her feel this way.

I leave her mouth to retrace my steps down her neck, lingering at her breasts. I reach for one of the stockings I divested her of last night, and within moments, I have her hands tied to the wooden post above her head.

“Whoa,” she says, tugging at her wrists. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

I smile at her. “Relax, lovely. I simply don’t want your hands getting in the way.

She stares at me, opening her mouth as if to protest, but her face is a picture of hopeless lust as I return my attention to her breasts, and she clamps her mouth shut.

“I thought so,” I murmur.

I pinch at her nipples, enjoying the way she squirms and moans beneath me. I slip one hand down, a groan leaving my own throat at her wetness. I thrust one finger inside her, roughly pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp, but she clamps down around my finger, her wetness bathing my hand.

I laugh at her blush. “I wondered if you would enjoy such things, lovely.”

I pinch her nipples, alternating pressure and switching between them until she’s begging me.

That’s more like it.

When I can wait no longer, I slide inside her, gritting my teeth as I fight not to lose control. She feels incredible around me, and I could spend all day and all night making her gasp my name.

I stroke the wonder that is the little bud between her thighs, a growl leaving my throat as she tosses her head, angling her hips for me to get deeper.

So I do.

I plunge inside her, thrusting again and again. This female steals my control, and I won’t last, but I also won’t fall over the edge without her.

I stroke her clit, plucking at her nipple, and then I pinch it.

“Come,” I say, and she does, cursing like a dockworker as she writhes beneath me.

I choke out a laugh, but pleasure explodes up my spine as she takes me with her, and I come so hard that black dots appear in front of my eyes.

I gasp out a few curses of my own as I slump over her, careful not to crush her with my weight. When I’ve recovered enough to move, I untie her hands and roll, taking her with me, until she’s slumped over my chest, still trembling with the aftereffects of her own pleasure.

“I find I would like one of these ‘pictures’ of you,” I say, something close to jealousy winding its way from my stomach into my chest. “I dislike the thought of others being able to stare at your likeness whenever they please, while I will be left with nothing when you leave.”

She glances up at me, her eyes wide, and I curse my mouth.

“What have you learned about the parts you need?” I ask, changing the subject.

She’s still staring at me, and she clears her throat. “The problem is the control chip,” she murmurs. “Alexis says we probably won’t have access to all the ship’s systems without it.”

I nod. “You may want to ask around at the marketplace. Let it be known this is what you’re looking for, and you may be surprised at who can provide it.”

She studies my face for a long moment and then finally nods.

I have no doubt she will be approached. As soon as my enemies know what she is most desperate for, they are guaranteed to offer it to her. Evil people will always search for weakness, discovering what it is their target wants most and using it to purchase their loyalty.

That thought, combined with whatever possessive impulse made me admit to jealousy of those who have her “pictures,” makes me gently roll her off my chest.

“I need to go,” I say. “I have a meeting.”

Not a lie, and my mood turns blacker at the thought. I get dressed while Vivian watches me silently, her blue-green gaze thoughtful. Her cousin has the same eyes; however, hers are often narrowed suspiciously. When the two are together, their eyes are almost identical—usually lit with mischief and crinkled with suppressed laughter.

Not for the first time, I wish my parents had given me a sibling. Someone to talk to, to strategize with. I snort at the thought. With my luck, it would likely be one more person attempting to have me killed so they

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