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Sidra's Song
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from Sidra's Song: He remembered her lips. The taste and feel of them beneath his possession. His gaze fell to her fragile hands lying on the covers. Such soft, beautiful hands. He remembered the touch of them on his khout as she slid them up and down his hard length. And so lethal. He saw them again as they buried the knife in his commander's throat, then ripped across the flesh, crimson blood spraying everywhere. He couldn't look at her another minute. His hands balled into fists as he pivoted away before he used his hands to choke the life from her. Or fucked her until the passion numbed the agony of betrayal. "I know what happened. I know you lied to me. I know it was your hand that practically decapitated the man who was the foundation of our world. I know that you single-handedly destroyed any life we could have shared together. And yet, we are now tied together as surely as if iron shackles bound us." "I don't understand. Why are you here? Why am I still alive?" He hardened his emotions, tried to distance himself from the memories of this woman in his arms. His hands again tightened into fists at his sides. Putting some distance between them, he moved to the other side of the room and then turned to look at her. "I am a fool. I killed my own soldiers to get to you. Even knowing you for the traitor that you are. And the traitorous murderer you have now made me. I couldn't let you die." He saw her hands flutter out beseechingly. "You don't understand—" "I'd have tried," he said, flinging the words at her like sharp daggers. Anger and pain woven into their utterance. "If you'd stopped once to talk to me. If you'd cared enough to share your concerns, your thoughts. No wonder you never could bring yourself to seal with me. All you wanted was to use me, to make your mission easier. How could you do that to us? How could I have not seen what you were? He was like a father to both of us." Her colors shimmered, muted though they were, tossing around her like a surging sea, flickering with passion, with emotion. Waves of pain, of confusion. Of hurt. "Lance, let me explain—" He lifted a hand and sliced through the air. "Don't bother. We're stuck here together. About to be exiled from our planet. The government is in shambles, two of our leaders gone into hiding, the rest dead. Devon Andromeda has taken control of the government until the supposed election of a so-called president to oversee the transfer of power. Do you have any idea what you have set in motion?" "Thank Guardian." Lance reared back, knowing that everything he'd believed in, had fought for, was now rubble. And he was left without a purpose, rootless in a world he no longer understood or belonged in. He watched her slowly rise from the bed and carefully straighten. She started to walk toward him. "Don't come near me. Not right now." He wasn't certain he could restrain himself, not in his present state of mind. "You saved my life, Lance. As much as is left of it, I belong to you now. Isn't there an old Earth saying about that? I seem to recall it when I read one of your mother's books." She stopped in front of him and looked up at him. "If taking it now will ease some of your guilt, then do it. I have no real way to ease the pain you suffer, as much as I would like to, but if my death will appease some of your suffering, then do it, because I don't regret what I did." Colors flashed before his eyes, filled with anger, but something else as well. She bared her pale throat to him, an offer of sacrifice. In a fog, he lifted his hands and encircled her slender neck. He felt her soft skin, her fragile frame beneath his fingers. She tilted her head back, staring into his eyes, the colors of her pupils swirling, drawing him into her rippling whirlpool of emotion. The pain of betrayal ripped through him, something blocked his throat. A weight dropped onto his chest. He fought it with everything he could. "Damn you." And then he lowered his head and claimed her lips savagely, with a kiss that burned with anguish, demanded her submission. His hands, locked around her throat, felt the frantic pulse at her neck. His nails dragged across the flesh of her shoulders, ripping at the gown she wore, baring her lush body. She made a small sound as he lifted her against him, and strode across the room. Pulling his lips from hers, he tossed her onto the bed, saw her wince, and for one second felt shame at the primitive male he had been reduced to. She looked up at him, her pupils dilated, and then she spread her legs, shocking him to his core, offering him her body. A second ago, he could have killed her, snapped her neck like a small twig. But now all he could think of was burying his khout inside her wet shax. Fucking until all the pain disappeared, all the anger evaporated into the atmosphere.
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