When he straightened to look at me, a flash of light blue at the edge of my vision made me realize the females had resumed their dance, swirling their ribbons around us. I felt some of them brush against my arms and back, but they didn’t matter to me: Szaro did. His strong hand slid up my spine to cup my nape moments before he claimed my mouth. Liquid fire poured through my veins. It wasn’t the chaste kiss from our human wedding. This was possessive, dominant, and passionate. Just as I was melting in his arms, he broke the kiss, his lips tracing a burning trail along my jawline and down my
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