Alien Champion (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #15)

by Ursa Dax

She touched my lips with hers and it was like she touched me everywhere. My hide glowed with the sensation of nerves screaming beneath it. Heat in my throat and my chest and, toss me on a blasted funeral pyre, my groin.

Well, not entirely gone. Just gone from the shuddering, searing, world-smashing position of having her hands at my neck and her mouth against mine, and in that blackened moment I felt her absence so acutely that it became something to mourn.