Page 33 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

It would mean giving up his crusade to avenge his father’s death.

Could he?

Before Zar could make a decision, Si-Moon shot forward and took his lips. Her arms fell around his neck and her body crashed into his.

Zar’s hands lifted in surprise.

Si-Moon was sweet and soft and his body reacted instantly.

Mate her.

Yes.

Taste more of her.

More.

These desperate urges banished every voice that dared to distract him from this moment. From the softness of Si-Moon in his arms. From the taste of her lips as it slid against his.

Denizi.

Were all females this sweet or was it just her?

Neh. It had to be her.

Si-Moon.

She was delight wrapped in brown skin. She was pleasure breaking free from a soft, feminine moan. She was ecstasy in blunt nails that dug hard into his back and turned his skin from blue to bruised.

Zar trapped Si-Moon in his lap, locking her in place with one arm while his other lifted to her face. He dug his fingers into her chin and drank from her lips. Harder. Harder.

He did not suckle.

Gentleness? Tenderness? Neh.

She was too fiery a female. Too strong.

He would bend her just as she had broken him. He would claim her just as she had staked her place in his heras.

His lips devoured hers, slanting over her mouth with unleashed ferocity. He bent her neck backward from the force of his embrace, making sure to communicate just who was dominant between the two of them.

Zar heard her gasp. Heard her whimper into his mouth.

It pleased him when he felt her fingers scrambling over his body, searching for purpose, for balance. It pleased him when her lips caved to his own, falling beneath the obedience of his rapid strokes. It pleased him when he used his tongue to pry those sweet lips apart.

The moment Zar’s tongue touched Si-Moon’s, fire swept through him. He slowed his assault on her mouth, teasing the longest, most deliberate strokes of his tongue against hers to test which would produce the loudest gasp, the lowest moans and the tightest tremors.

Moist and hot, her mouth accepted his invasion.

She was pliant, responsive, and thirsty.

There were no more dark glares that could peel his skin back with one look. There were no more sharp words that could slash at him despite the fact that he did not understand them. There were no more scowls.

No. These lips were doing something far more pleasing to him.

Zar withdrew his tongue and tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, making sure he bit down hard enough to leave an imprint but soft enough that he did not tear her flesh.

She cried out, her fingers lifting off his shoulders and pulling at his hair. The pain slid wickedly through his body and his pants tightened even more.