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She didn’t fokkin’ want to.
Yet again, Sana’a began to doubt her mission, but she tamped back her hesitancy and wove her web of seduction once more.
In between their conversation, she gave Kill a few light touches on his shoulder, arm or hand.
It worked, relaxing him as he unwound from the tightness she’d sensed in him earlier.
His guards, too, eased their alertness, bantering with the admiring punters crowding them and indulging in the rounds of drinks that kept coming.
The music shifted to a slow number, and as couples around them rose to their feet, so did the giant.
‘Dance with me.’ His voice was a lush invitation.
She allowed him to tag her flush to his hard length.
‘Don’t you fight it, Sana’a,’ he breathed into her ear. ‘Just move; heed your body when it tells you it wants me to pull you close.’
She tamped back a curse at his audacity. ‘You’re cocky.’
‘You don’t know the half of it,’ he smirked. ‘Just let the moment play, woman.’
He trailed his fingers over her back and side with a light touch.
Her hidden SHärd daggers vibrated against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
His hands lingered over her single blade secreted against her spine, but she was confident, given its composite kinetic nature, that he couldn’t sense it. Nor the one in the folds of her dress.
With just a command from her, they’d transform from alloyed, mirrored swords that lengthened at will to disappearing into a vapour-synth state, their current guise.
She looked into his eyes to gauge whether he’d sensed them. All she got was his essence, limpid and silver bright shining back down at her.
Heating her. Igniting her.
Fokk.
She looked away as his touch brushed her waist, and he led her with ease, swaying with her in the small sectioned-off space.
The crowd noise and sounds around them faded.
Until all that remained was him, staring down at her with those unusual eyes while the jewel on his forehead flashed.
‘Woman, isn’t this righteous, how it’s supposed to be?’ he rasped, lowering his head to speak into her ear, his heated breath sending jolts through her. ‘It’s uncanny how nothing else matters when we’re slow dancing.’
‘It’s something.’
They undulated together for a few moments as she fought off the electric arching between them, refusing to give in to its delicious pull.
Because up close, Kill was even more entrancing.
His scent was intoxicating, dark and mysterious while also refreshing and clean.
The tendrils of silver falling from his upswept hair smelt of lime, basil and mandarin, balanced by middle notes of sandalwood.
Under his flowing, half-open shirt, his muscles were strong and ropey.
His chest rumbled when he spoke.
For some uncanny reason, she wanted to shut her eyes and nuzzle into his strength until the ache of her present reality lifted.
