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Breathtaking Vanessa, From the research I’ve done, I expect this model will suit you much better. Think of me when you use it. Your arrogant admirer
He could finally have someone. A companion. Someone who didn’t look at him and only see what they could get.
It was a quality he found he didn’t appreciate. He couldn’t pleasure her. He couldn’t comfort her. He couldn’t seem to find a compliment she enjoyed. What the hell was he good for? She’d even tried to give back his gift, for Goddess’ sake!
Hot guy with a pleasure kink—check. A bit of a bad boy streak—check. Had his own fucking amazing space pirate ship—check, check, check. Damn, he was getting more extraordinary by the minute.
“I can’t wait to see that fire in you flare when I finally have you under me.”
Even in sleep, her brows crinkled and her lips pursed as though she were fighting off some imaginary threat with her sarcasm and wit. He wanted to fight those battles for her and see a true smile light her features.
An errant pain sliced through her chest, knowing no woman had ever chosen to be married and live here. If she were actually in the market for a real husband, she wouldn’t mind living in the ship Fejo had so lovingly built.
“Are you dangerous?”
His light touch skimmed her neck, and goose bumps raced over her body. “Not to you, lovely.”
“You are important. You’re smart. And you’re honest. You’re important to me.”
“If you ever touch her like that again or ever show me that level of disrespect, I’ll chop off your hand altogether.”
“I don’t claim to be a good person. There are certain things I have to do that I don’t enjoy doing, but I can promise you I’ll be a good husband. You’re safe with me, and if that means I have to harm a few males who’ve threatened your safety, I will do it. Without question. Every time.”
What he wouldn’t give for somebody to be that devoted to him. To cry and beg and steal and cheat just so they could get back to him.
Fejo bolted upright, unable to tear his gaze away from the mating marks now covering his hands.
“I can’t let you go, Vanessa,” he growled into her skin. “I know you don’t feel it, but you’re mine now. I’m yours. I can’t… I won’t…”
“You’re a part of me too. I just meant things are more complicated now. We”—she emphasized the word, and his skin buzzed, his mind unable to comprehend what she was saying—“need to figure out how to make this work. Either I need to go to Earth alone and somehow find my way back, or you need to go there with me. I’m not leaving them.” She placed her other hand on his cheek, leaning into him with a soft smile. “But I’m not leaving you either.”
