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her own, she smiled slightly and let exhaustion claim her.
     
    The light woke her up when the night was at its darkest. She was no longer cuddled against Arbor; she was sprawled on top of him.
    Myra tried to pry herself away from him, but he reached up and slid a hand up her back.
    His eyes were open, and her light was reflected in them. His voice was a low growl. “You appear rested.”
    She took stock, and her knees were grazing the sheets to either side of his hips. His erection was hard and thick between her thighs, slick with the liquid invitation her body was offering.
    He stroked her hair back from her face and pulled her down for a kiss.
    Arbor brushed his lips across hers and nuzzled her cheek.
    Her light flared at the small touch. With a sudden surge, she jumped off him and ran for the bathroom.
    He was sitting, his dark hair rumpled and his expression confused when she returned. “What was wrong?”
    She blushed. “I had morning breath. I just went to brush my teeth.”
    His shoulders shook in amusement. “Oddly enough, that never occurred to me.”
    “I may have been through decontamination, but Terran bacteria love the night.” She brushed her hair with her fingers.
    “Would you like to continue the very interesting moment we were having?”
    Myra bit her lip. “If it isn’t too much of an imposition, I would like to get the scene in the throne room out of the way. I hate having undone tasks.”
    He was fighting a laugh. “I will take you any way I can get you.”
    He put his cloak on and picked her up, wrapping her in the folds.
    Blushing, she watched the pulse at his neck. “You don’t have to carry me.”
    “I don’t want you to get cold feet.”
    She wasn’t sure if he was using a euphemism or a description of what would happen if she walked the stone floors, but she kept her mouth shut until he walked into the throne room.
    “Yup. The tower is alive. The city as well. This is definitely a hint.”
    The hint was a wide couch where the throne should have been. The base now extended into a long, flat platform and the dais had elongated for their exertions.
    Myra cleared her throat. “There is something upsetting about a building knowing when you are in the mood.”
    Arbor settled her on her throne-turned-roman-chaise, and he flinched as the blaze of light came out of her.
    Again, lust filled her, and the light was the indicator. Myra arched as contact with the throne sent her into a dizzying wave of need.
    Arbor stood beside her until she reached for him, kneeling to pull him to join her.
    When he kissed her, she got an image of herself in his thoughts, gripping the edges of the throne on her hands and knees.
    She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him while her tongue duelled with his. He reached between her thighs and stroked the slick curls before inserting two fingers.
    She shuddered as his thumb pressed her clit with each thrust of his fingers. When she couldn’t keep still, she pulled away from him and knelt in the position she saw in his mind.
    He groaned and moved behind her. He pressed kisses to her back and buttocks, licking his way back up to her neck, running his hands over her breasts and gently kneading the mounds. When he pressed his cock to her, she was more than ready. He pushed forward, she pushed back, and soon, he was inside her as far as he could go.
    Myra’s fingers gripped the edges of the couch as the slow fucking drove her to the edge of release in minutes. Her breath came in deep pants and her vision was spotted with the flares and flickers of light that she was putting out. She got brighter and brighter as he thrust deep, bucking against him to pull him in deeper.
    She trembled as the wild energy built under her skin. Low moans answered every slide inside her, and when he stroked her clit, his fingers circled furiously until she screamed.
    He shouted and drove into her, her arms collapsed and he flattened her to the couch. It didn’t matter. Light burst