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through the room, making several things fall, while something in the bathroom shattered. And then he moved. Geena got grabbed about the waist, lifted off the floor. Yanked toward him. But it was her move that made their connection. Her arms that looped about his shoulders. Her upward lunge that connected their lips. The strange aura manifested into a note of music that swelled as she kissed him.
    He shuddered. The ushabti bundle fell with a thud. Something else crashed somewhere in the room. A quick stab of pain happened to her lip. He pulled his head back and sent an earth-shattering groan into the space. Things crashed in the room about them. And then everything started spinning.

CHAPTER SIX
    By all the gods!
    He’d forgotten the exquisite impression of touch. He didn’t even recognize it. Not like this. Nor with this much intensity. The ability to receive stimuli through physical contact sent everything into a primal gut-clenching realm. It was powerful. Almost painful. Just clasping to his mate was akin to being sliced open by a weapon. Her kiss could slay. The taste of her blood was the annihilating force. It eroded his control. Even his fangs had elongated despite every intention to the contrary.
    He’d been told about mating. The warning should have contained stricter words.
    He was afraid of scaring her.
    Her?
    That was the lesser problem. Sokar grew more worried by the moment. Somehow, he must gain command over massive need that was mixed with unbelievable want. Find a way to rein back hunger that spanned millennia. Thwart flames of passion that grew to consuming level. Slow the size and breadth of desire that demanded he take her, cleave with her. Possess her.
    He’d been spinning with her in his arms. He forced the rotation to a halt. The room came back into view. A lightshow of sparks had been showering the floor. They jumped about before sputtering into nonexistence. It took a moment to decipher the source. The electrical outlets had exploded. Black spots marked the wall above each one.
    “So...kar?”
    The hesitancy in her voice was yet another projectile, aimed right for his reanimated heart. Then the sensation of her breath against his neck added further torment at her whisper.
    “ Enta habibi, ” he whispered.
    “You are my love?”
    She translated it as a question. As if there was any doubt. Sokar threw his head back and laughed. And then he moved. They reached the bedroom before the echo of his voice even started. The coverlet had been turned down on her bed. It wasn’t enough. He ripped the comforter and top sheet off, leaving the bed surface covered with linen. He had his mate. Right here . Right now . He’d been dormant too many centuries. He wouldn’t allow anything to cover this. Filter it. Obscure it. He was shaking as he placed her atop the sheet. The mattress bounced.
    And then he perched beside her. On his knees. Not touching. Just looking. His gaze devoured. Consumed. All sorts of alarms rang through his skull, in the event he needed more warning. The view was beyond heavenly. The dress she wore skimmed her form, outlining the tight nipples atop each breast before it grazed her slender waist...the swell of her hips. White satin molded to her curves like it had been sewn just for him. As if his long dormant-hunger needed more fuel.
    At the thought, his restraint wavered. A monstrous surge of need slammed through him. Again. Sokar knotted his fists, pressed them to his chest, and hunched forward. Still, a howl of frustration escaped his lips. For almost four thousand years he’d been the epitome of strength. Power. Might. It was his whenever he needed. And at that moment, he realized it might not be enough.
    “Hey. Big guy. Sokar?”
    She didn’t sound afraid. She sounded...
    Dare he hope?
    Sokar lifted his head, narrowed his eyes, and fought against lunging for her; ripping the satin from her body; discovering every inch of her with his hands, his mouth, and his body. He tightened his