“I do. It’s how we claim our mates on Sayén.” He bit her again.
She shifted, keeping his teeth upon her, then she sunk her own teeth into his neck. He growled. A deep, resounding joy thrilled her as they claimed each other.
“I love you, Kell.” She released him, feeling primitive satisfaction to see the marks she left upon his flesh. And satisfaction to know that he marked her, as well.
“I love you, me luna.” He brushed kisses across her cheeks, her lips, kisses she met with her own.
“I want to fight beside you during the day, and make love to you all night.”
“My wants are the same as yours,” she whispered, “though I wouldn’t mind making love all day too.”
He smiled. “Just this once, I’ll obey your orders.”
Mara fought to reclaim some of her imperial demeanor, though it was a struggle when his hands and mouth worked magic. “Only this once?”
“Other times too. But not always. I am a commander, after all.”
“Thank the gods for that.”
Before he lowered his head to take her mouth, he glanced around his quarters. “This place never felt like mine before. I slept here, ate here sometimes, but it was just a room, nothing else.” He gazed back down at her. “You’ve made it into a home. My home.”
They stopped speaking then. He peeled off the rest of her uniform, and she removed his smuggler’s clothes. Then they were both naked, their limbs intertwined, bound together by a force greater than gravity.
About the Author
Zoë Archer is an award-winning romance author who loves adventure—both on Earth and amongst the stars. As a child, she never dreamed about being the rescued princess, but wanted to kick butt right beside the hero. She now applies her master’s degrees in literature and fiction to creating butt-kicking heroines and daring heroes. Her Blades of the Rose series—featuring dashing men and fearless women —is available now. Zoe and her husband live in Los Angeles. She often tweets about boots and baking.
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