Page 90 of The Edge of Dawn

She’d initiated it.

The fucking spark. She’d struck it, not him. Well, maybe he’d been laying the kindling all along.

This is a kiss.

It certainly was a kiss, and as far as kisses went, it was…

Pretty amazing.

Especially since she got the feeling Dragek hadn’t done this before. She couldn’t be entirely sure, but from his actions and his demeanor, she didn’t think he’d had much to do with the opposite sex before. Although, he could be pretty damn smooth when he wasn’t even trying.

Enough.

Her thoughts scattered as she lost herself in the sensation of his lips, which were shockingly warm and tender. She might have been the one to initiate the kiss, but now he’d definitely taken charge.

And if he hadn’t kissed anyone before, then his instincts were really fucking good.

He knew exactly what to do. How to tease her lower lip and apply pressure with his tongue in all the right places. He even gave her a taste of his fangs, gently grazing them across her bottom lip.

That subtle reminder of his deeper nature sent a bolt of arousal through her. She eased her toes deeper into the soft sand and placed her hand on his neck, just below his jawline. She ran her fingers over his skin, marveling at how smooth it was.

His arm was curled tightly around her waist. So strong and unbreakable, a hold that would never let her fall. She reveled in his immovability, in his steadfastness. He was a pillar of strength amidst the chaos of the Universe.

What could she do but fall for him?

At last, there was something that made her feel good.

The way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he melded his body against hers…

His raw power, sinuously perfect, drew her into his inevitable embrace.

There was no fighting it.

If this was a dream, what was the point of trying to fight it, anyway? Didn’t dreams take a course of their own?

She lost herself in his firm-yet-tender caress; in searing kisses.

So, one thing had finally led to another…

Then and there, she decided to forget about her losses and regrets. She distanced herself from her painful memories, packing them into a box which she threw into the deep recess of her mind, where she hoped it would stay submerged for as long as she lived.

She’d already let go of the man she’d once called her husband, who’d turned into a complete stranger after the accident.

She turned to the male who had snatched her from the jaws of an uncertain fate and thrust her into an even more uncertain one.

This alien.

This creature: lethal yet gentle, scarred over and damaged, yet somehow perfect.

She kissed him back. She ran her fingers up the strong nape of his neck; into his silken hair.

He smelled good. Like cinnamon and pine smoke.

He felt good. As if she’d known the chiseled, scarred landscape of his body forever.

How did this feel so natural?

Not even a single protest escaped her lips as she let him run his hands over her back. Through the liquid silk of her robes, his fingertips were pure tactile bliss, sending a shiver of arousal down her spine. It pooled in her belly and spread right down into her clit, quickly turning into frantic need.

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