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touching her.
    He nipped her lips, then pulled back. “You were telling me about Sorche.”
    It took her a minute to catch up to him after a kiss that hot. Her whole being was already on fire and she couldn’t think past wanting to lick every inch of his lush body.
    “Wha… oh, yeah. She thinks I’m crazy for having a relationship with a man when I don’t even know what his hair color is.”
    He buried his lips at the base of her throat where his breath scorched her skin. “So what did you say to her?”
    She cradled his head and slid her fingers through his straight shoulder-length hair. She always imagined it black, but to be honest, she had no way of really knowing since she’d never seen any part of his body in the light. He just seemed like he’d have black hair for some reason. It would match his ruthless battle skills and his near suicidal antics.
    “When you’ve seen someone’s soul, you don’t need to know his hair color.”
    He nuzzled her skin, raising chills all over her, before he pulled back. “You’ve known a lot more of me than that.”
    It was true. While she had no clue as to his race or physical looks, she had licked every part of him enough to know he was at least humanoid, ripped, and that he tasted divine…
    He opened the front of her battlesuit and slid it slowly down her body, pausing only to nip at her hipbone—an action that made her crazy with lust.
    Kneeling in front of her, he helped her step out of her clothes and weapons. She could feel his hot breath against her thigh. Something that made her wet as her heart raced even more at the prospect of what he’d be doing to her shortly.
    Suddenly, his hand brushed against the center of her body, causing her to throb terribly as he removed her panties.
    Then he rose slowly, dragging his hand up the inside of her calf before he brushed his fingers through the hair at the juncture of her thighs. “Have you eaten?” He cupped her between her legs.
    “I… I… um…” She forgot the question as he deftly fingered her with a rhythm so perfect it left her weak and trembling.
    He paused his play to whisper in her ear. “Food, Zarya. Have you eaten?”
    She smiled. He always worried about her. “On the way home. I stopped by Ture’s restaurant.”
    Kere returned to his sweet torture, his rhythm faster this time while he stroked her with his thumb and buried two fingers deep inside her body. “Good.”
    And before she could translate that one word, she cried out as she came for him.
    Kere caught her against his chest as he continued to wring even more pleasure out of her, until she was shuddering so hard she would have fallen but for his hold on her. She never understoodhow he could do that to her so fast. It was like he knew exactly where and how to touch her to set her senses reeling.
    He swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom so that he could lay her down on her bed.
    She laughed as he pulled back to undress. “The bed? How extremely atypical of you.”
    “I told you I could be civilized.”
    Only his lilting, accented speech was refined—and even that, only sometimes. The rest of him…
    He was always feral. Terrifying.
    Lethal.
    And she loved him that way. Being with him was like lying down with a wild animal you knew could rip you to shreds if it wanted, and yet it purred only for your touch. That knowledge made being with him all the more alluring.
    All the hotter.
    She tried to find him in the darkness, but there was no trace. She knew he could see her though. He never had any trouble seeing in the darkest places. She’d asked him once if he was Ritadarion or Trisani—two races known for their abilities to see in the dark without light. But he’d refused to answer.
    Then again, he wouldn’t tell anyone anything about himself that could be used to identify him. As an outlaw herself, it was a precaution she well understood. His wasn’t the only life on the line. If he were ever identified, every member of