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What the hell was she going to do? He was a man. A man who had been loving her nightly for a week. A man who, even in the grip of a tormenting heat, had taken the time to please her as well. How the hell was she supposed to do that now? He was inside her. He reached up and touched her hair. I followed you. I watched you work, I saw the compassion you strive so hard to hide. I like your toughness as well as your softness, and I love that the advancement of your species is so Loading As an ambassador, I can relate to and respect that.

I have to cover myself. My appearance is…distracting. Well then, my looks offer no advantage I would be interested in. Hence the robe. He smelled divine—a potent allure for her heightened senses. His skin was soft and sleek over beautifully defined muscles. Her hands touched his back, slid down his spine, kneaded his flesh.

But his mouth waited just inches from hers, the mouth that had pressed kisses to every inch of her skin. Licking her lips, she tilted her head and gave him what he wanted, her tongue sliding along his, drinking in his taste. His long, silky hair swayed all around him, caressing her legs where she held on for dear life. He bent his knees and shifted his angle, massaging her so deeply her eyes watered.

Her plaintive moan was all the answer she could manage. His skin grew hot to the touch, his muscles trembling beneath her hands. He was holding back for her. As if her words freed him from invisible restraints, his entire body hardened, then like a coil held too tightly, he sprang into action. Pinned as she was, she could only take what he gave her. She struggled for leverage, for control, but found none.

Damn you. She rippled around him, milking him, clenching tight to hold him deep. She curled her body around his while he cried out and spurted his pleasure inside her. The feel of his power reduced to such desperation was amazing.

As he finished, he held her tightly, but his grip was tempered with unmistakable tenderness. Her body was dense with muscle and unbreakable bones, but Roark made her feel cherished and delicate. Far beyond the sex, this heated after-embrace was achingly intimate—his sweat mixed with hers, his tongue licking at the bite mark, her hands tangled in his hair. She could never terminate him. So now…what to do with him? What happens when I have to pee? I like it.

Star pouted at the loss, and he groaned, but there was no help for it. In full color, he took her breath away. Inky black tresses set off eyes the color of sapphires—a deep, dark translucent blue.

Then she registered how those eyes looked at her, and she swallowed hard. He walked a slow semi-circle, his body moving with a fluid, powerful grace. Every muscle was clearly delineated, bunching and flexing as he strode with quiet command and made his thorough perusal. The smile he gave her was wistful. The words were unspoken, but she heard them just the same. Consumed by a sudden sadness, her spines retracted, and she slid easily to the floor. A week. She lowered her head.

Only a week to find a way out of this mess without killing Roark or ruining her career. Star hoped that would be enough time. Roark had the oddest way of sleeping. He wrapped himself around her with their limbs tangled together. At the moment, his hand cupped her breast and his leg was slung over hers.

After years of serving on the bench, a position which required frequent travel and killed any chance for a relationship, it was an intimacy that soothed her loneliness. Who knew the stern Huntress judge had a liking for such erotic play? Roark was a multi-faceted individual—one moment teasing and playful, the next abrupt and arrogant. He was still getting used to her disagreeing with him over simple things, like what vid station to watch or which restaurant to order food from.

The comm link beeped next to her. Their time was up. Star out. He stretched, his beautiful skin moving sinuously over the muscle beneath. She watched him, as she had been all week, memorizing every line of his body, every smile, every heated glance.

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Snaring The Huntress

Some of the visions created stayed in my mind long after I read it. There were a couple of good lines that took me by surprise. Its a wonderful erotic sensual turn on. Star is a species with sharp claws and a spine coming out of her back. Roark is of the Jacian species who periodically go into heat requiring them to have sex almost nonstop for a week. DATA: This is an ebook and a very short story. It took less than 30 minutes to read, but a definite keeper.

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Running her hands through her sweat-dampened hair, she growled in frustration. Tossing aside her coverlet, she hopped out of bed, too worked-up to go back to sleep. The bastard. I swear that voice makes me so hot. They knew just where to touch her, stroke her, caress her.

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Running her hands through her sweat-dampened hair, she growled in frustration. Tossing aside her coverlet, she hopped out of bed, too worked-up to go back to sleep. The bastard. I swear that voice makes me so hot. They knew just where to touch her, stroke her, caress her.

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