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Excerpt: His hesoir was even larger than Katice first thought. She stood in the foyer and looked left to right. “We’re in an outer ring that runs the circumference of the dome, aren’t we?” she asked. “A security buffer.” He ushered her through a second set of doors and into a large commons area. Katice sucked in a breath. “There are no individual rooms once you’ve crossed into the interior. An arboretum rests in the center of the dome with plant species common throughout our system. The living area, cooking facilities, bedroom and such are located beyond the edges of this path,” he pointed to a tiled walkway. “If you don’t wish to meander through the jungle of my hesoir to find them, stay on this path here,” he pointed with a long finger. “Eventually you will get there.” Katice’s head swiveled to take it all in. She estimated the domed ceiling to be twenty meters at the highest point with a louvered skylight that muted the sun’s rays. “Did you draw up the design yourself?” Jaron smiled and Katice felt her heart do a flip. Just being near him calmed her spirit in a way she couldn’t explain. “Delphans do not have the monopoly on enchanting architecture,” he boasted. “No.” She moved closer to the heat radiating from his body. “I guess they don’t.” Jaron pulled her against his chest. An odd brightness sparkled in his dark eyes. Katice gasped as arousal swirled through her like a riptide. “Kiss me,” she whispered. Their lips collided. She nipped at him with darting little flicks of her teeth and tongue. Each bite flashed heat in its wake until Jaron could stand it no longer. With a groan, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, slipping and sliding, devouring her. She moved to straddle his thigh without breaking off the kiss, pulled her shirt off over her head and tossed it on the ground. Her hand was steady as it slid down between them, right to where the combined heat of their bodies all but set the air around them on fire. Jaron mustered enough strength to pull away. He caught her wrist and groaned. “Not here.” The lust in his voice thrilled her. Then take me to your bed, her mind-voice demanded. Katice shed her tattered pants in the blink of an eye. Clutching his shoulders, she leaped up and wrapped her long legs securely around his waist. Naked. Perfectly aligned. Ready for insertion. “What are you waiting for?” she gasped. “A written invitation?” |
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