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  “I want to—I’d give up anything if we could be together,” she whispered. “But Saber, are you sure? Your father and mother, the clans—”

  “Can all go straight to the seven hells for all I care,” he answered roughly, pulling her close. “I don’t care about any of that, amalla. Not as long as I can be with you. Not as long as I never have to let you go.”

  Lissa looked up at him, her eyelashes still sparkling with tears. “You don’t,” she whispered, reaching up to caress his neck with her small, soft hand. “If you’re really sure, Saber.”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Pulling her into his lap, he kissed her long and hard. And for the first time, he felt her kiss back with absolutely no resistance or reluctance at all. She tasted so sweet, felt so yielding in his arms that he wanted to take her then and there. To make her his forever so that they could never be parted again.

  “Saber,” she whispered against his lips and then he pressed deeper, demanding entrance to her mouth. She opened for him gladly, stroking his tongue with hers and inviting him in.

  “No guilt,” he told her, when they finally broke apart, panting. “No shame anymore. We’re going to forget here and now about being from the same clan. We’re going to leave our people’s antiquated customs behind us and never think of them again. You’re not my sister or my kinswoman, Lissa—you’re my bride. And I intend to claim you that way with no hesitation and no apologies.”

  “You mean…” She bit her lip. “You want to give me the Deep Touch?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean,” Saber told her in a soft growl. “Gods, I love you, amalla. Need to show you how much. Need to make you mine.”

  “I want you to show me too. To…to give me the Deep Touch.” A hot blush stained Lissa’s cheeks but she lifted her chin and continued. “But after we’re mated, all right, Saber? I want…I want us to have a joining ceremony first. I know you’ve been waiting a long time but can we do that? Can you wait just a little while longer? I want to be joined in the sight of the Goddess before we take the final step.”

  Saber felt his insides clench. He sighed and forced the need inside him, the urge to take her and make her his, to subside. Slowly, he nodded. “Of course. Anything you want—as long as you promise you’ll be mine as soon as we get back to the Mother Ship.”

  “The minute we walk in the door we’ll head straight for the sacred grove and find a priestess,” Lissa promised. “I won’t even wait for Kat to plan our ceremony. We can celebrate afterward.”

  “That’s good.” Saber kissed her deeply again and looked into her eyes. “Because I can’t wait to take you, amalla. Can’t wait to make you mine—completely mine.”

  “I can’t wait either.” She gave him a smile so filled with hope and need it nearly broke his heart. “Kiss me again—I love to feel your mouth on my lips.”

  “Your lips aren’t the only place I like to kiss you, you know,” he murmured, stroking her face.

  Her cheeks went pink and she looked down, as though she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. “Are you talking about earlier tonight? When you…kissed me on the stage when we were announced at the party?”

  “You know I am,” Saber growled softly. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you there for a long time, you know and I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time as I wanted to doing it.”

  “Oh…” Lissa bit her lip. “Maybe…maybe you could practice for next time?” she said hesitantly. “I mean, in case we get invited to any more formal parties.”

  Saber gave her a hungry grin. “You know, that’s not a bad idea. Do you want me to show you how I’m going to do it? How I’m going to show my love and devotion to you when they announce your name?”

  Lissa licked her lips, looking both nervous and excited. “Please…please do,” she whispered.

  “Fine. Here—stand against the bed.” Rising, he pushed her gently into position against the side of the high bed. Both of them had removed the black sensory patches earlier and she was still wearing the jade lace dress and the split panties that framed her shaved pussy perfectly. It made Saber’s cock achingly hard just to see her but he forced himself to be careful as he arranged her pose.

  “Oh, you want me to stand?” She sounded surprised.

  “We have to practice, right?” Saber cocked an eyebrow at her. “Pretend that’s the post.” He deepened his voice. “Announcing Lady R’awr.” Then he dropped to his knees before her and smiled at her, “Are you ready?”

  Lissa blushed and giggled nervously. “Don’t be silly, Saber, get up. You don’t have to be down there.”

  “Of course I do—you’re my mistress.” Putting his hands on her hips, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the thigh.

  The laughter left Lissa’a face. “After what we saw tonight, I don’t think I want to be the mistress anymore. That…that was awful.”

  “It was,” Saber agreed calmly. “But it doesn’t have to be that way between us.”

  “It won’t be—never—I swear,” Lissa promised fervently. “I would never…never do that to you. No matter what!”

  “I know you wouldn’t, amalla.” He kissed her thigh again. “I think we’re getting off the point, though.”

  “The point is I don’t want you on your knees to me—not anymore.” Lissa frowned and tried to make him rise but Saber stayed stubbornly where he was.

  “No,” he said gently. “The point is, I don’t mind being on my knees to you. Not if it means I get to do this.” Leaning forward, he placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss at the top of her mound, just as he had earlier that night.

  Lissa gasped and jumped a little. “Saber!”

  “It’s true,” he assured her. He took a moment to admire her pussy, framed in the lacy split panties, and then kissed her again. This time he allowed his tongue to slip out and trace her slit, a gentle, hot caress that made her moan softly. He looked up at her. “Should I continue, Mistress? I don’t think I’ve paid you nearly enough respect yet. I need to try harder.”

  “Yes,” Lissa whispered. “I…I think maybe you should.”

  “Good.” Saber framed her hips with his big hands. “Then spread yourself for me, amalla. Spread yourself and let me taste you.”

  With a low, needful moan, she complied, parting her thighs much more readily than she had earlier and treating him to the sight of her swollen outer lips spreading open to reveal her pink inner cunt.

  “Gods, you’re beautiful.” Saber had to take a long moment to appreciate the sight of her. Her swollen folds reminded him of an exotic flower and her clit was a little pink pearl, just waiting to be stroked and tasted. She had a warm, feminine fragrance that drove him crazy with wanting her, making him eager to bury his face between her thighs to lap and suck and taste until she was moaning his name and scratching his shoulders.

  Somehow Saber held himself back. Lissa was still incredibly innocent and inexperienced—he didn’t want to frighten her by being too aggressive. Leaning forward, he nuzzled his cheek against her spread mound, both marking her with his scent and bathing himself in hers.

  Lissa gave a little cry as he rubbed his scratchy cheeks against her tender inner thighs. Saber felt her getting hotter and wetter as he drew out the exquisite torture, kissing and nuzzling all around her pussy, but never quite giving her exactly what she needed. He longed to taste her honey, to press his face between her legs and thrust his tongue deep in her cunt but once more he held himself back.

  “My lady,” he murmured, looking up at her. “If I might be permitted to kiss you inside…”

  “Yes, all right…” Lissa spread her legs more, making herself totally vulnerable to him.

  “Good,” Saber purred roughly. “That’s good, Mistress.” Placing his thumbs on her outer lips, he spread her even wider, revealing all her secret treasures, opening her to his gaze.

  Lissa moaned breathlessly as he bent to place a gentle kiss on her clit and then he felt her soft little fingers carding through his