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“It’s true that you’re big, but we don’t know how this will go if we don’t try.”

“What if I hurt you?”

“I’ll ask you to stop. Will you stop if I tell you it hurts?”

“Of course,” I huffed. “I’m not a beast.” Not completely.

Except the time when I went wild and roamed.

I scraped my fingers through my hair. “What if I lose control of myself like I did after my parents died?”

“You were lost in grief. That’s different. Are you saying that you want me so much that even if I ask you to stop, you’ll be so lost in the moment, you’ll ignore my request?”

“Never,” I vowed. “I don’t want to hurt you in any way, yet it seems as if that’s all that can happen between us.”

“You’re worried about crossing the desert.”

Not too much. Never alone. But with my precious mate . . . Once we fled, we had toremain hidden and race to find my clan. If they caught us, they’d kill me and take her back to the king. She’d dance for him until she couldn’t find the will to do so any longer, and then he’d throw her away.

“I trust you in all things, Davon,” she said simply. “I know you’ll protect me in the desert. You’ll make sure I’m comfortable, that I have food and enough to drink. That I’m safe. And that they don’t catch us. Like in the desert, I trust you with my body. I think it’ll feel amazing. I’m not worried one bit.”

“I don’t deserve you.” And that was the final truth, the one thing that continued to haunt me.

“Yet you have me if you want me. I love you Davon. If we can’t be together in that way, it’s okay. There are plenty of other ways we can give each other pleasure.”

“Mate,” I groaned, unable to say anything else.

“Mate,” she said simply. “Show me all a Zuldruxian male has to offer the woman he . . .”

Why had I not told her a thousand times already? “I love you, Maggie. You’re my everything.”

She stroked my face. “Then show me.”

I lifted her and gently laid her on the bed. Looming over her, I took in her beauty in the moonlight. This female . . . I may not deserve her.

But I did love her.

Chapter 19

Maggie

Davon loomed over me, his breath coming fast, his teal eyes glowing in the moonlight filtering in through the barred window. I could almost feel the thud of his heart, or maybe it was my own, slamming so loudly it filled the room with a wild rhythm. He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against mine. A whimper escaped me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss deepened, filled with all the emotions we'd been holding back. Fear, longing, and a love so intense it made my chest ache. His lips moved against mine, slow and gentle, but I could feel the hunger behind them, the need he was trying to keep leashed.

I understood his fear, his worry about hurting me. But I wanted this, wanted him. I needed to feel his body against mine, to experience everything he had to offer. I was ready to try; to explore this connection between us.

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. I smiled,trying to give him the reassurance he needed. His hands, so large and strong, trembled as he reached for the hem of my nightgown. Slowly, carefully, he lifted it, his knuckles brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He pulled the gown over my head, his gaze never leaving mine.

Sitting up, he tugged off his tunic, revealing his broad, muscular chest. I sat up to trace the lines of definition, the scars that told stories of his past. He captured my hand, kissing my palm before releasing it to stand and remove his pants.

He was magnificent, every inch of him carved with muscle. And large, so very large. A shiver of anticipation mixed with a flicker of fear coursed through me. I trusted him. He'd be careful. He'd make this good for both of us.

“I have two cocks,” he said softly. “I know humans do not.”

“Two?” I gulped.

He shifted the erect large one to the side, revealing a much smaller, narrower cock. “This one loves your clit.”

“Then I love that cock already.”