“I’m saying your stunt today made me realize that you could be taken from me at any moment, and I might never have the chance to tell you how I feel.” Idris reached forward and traced her cheek with his thumb, lost in her gaze, unable to find the right words. “I am hoping our shared kiss is proof that you feel the same.”
“You truly want to be with me?” Jaiya leaned back, pulling her face from his grasp as she studied him. “You are a prince, and I am human. We may never be able to reproduce—”
Idris leaned forward and pulled her face to his, giving her the most tender of kisses.
“It doesn’t matter,” he growled. “Even if I was the next in line for the throne, I wouldn’t care. I am not going to bind myself to a female just to make her my breeder.” He smirked. “But we don’t have to worry about that, because I am fifth in line, and may the Stars forbid that I will ever be called upon to rule.”
“But Raizxl said that—”
He pecked her lips, silencing her. “This is why I am hiding at the Azophi Starbase. Ushyaz and I will let our three siblings create an army of heirs to fight over the throne. All I care about is your answer.”
Jaiya had never feared death, yet here she was, fearfully looking for a reason not to be with him and coming up emptyhanded.
She had no experience with serious relationships because human males saw her for her family name, not the woman she was. She had learned the hard way to keep men at arm’s length. The war became her scapegoat for her lacking love life.
But she wanted this male, wanted to explore their relationship together as his starmate. If she was going to die tomorrow, she might as well have the best time of her life tonight with a male who was falling in love with her. Somehow this sapphire male had snaked his way around her heart, and she didn’t want to let him go.
“Yes, Idris.” She nodded. “I will be your starmate.”
“I will make you the happiest female in the universe.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” Jaiya murmured, her cheeks burning as she looked away. “I haven’t been with a male in a long time, and you are the first—”
Idris palmed her cheek, guiding her worried gaze to his.
“You don’t have to aid me with my battle lust.” He flinched, eyes closing.
“No, Idris,” she said, cupping his hand with her own. “You are in pain, and to be honest, I’ve been thinking about how . . . well, never mind. Get up, get undressed, and go sit on the shower bench.”
“Are you sure?” His tone was worried, but she caught the lust in his eyes when he opened them.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him back so she could get up. “Yes, I’m sure. Now get up.”
“Who’s being demanding now?” He stood, turning off his suit with a shaky hand. “Why do I need to get under the waterfall?”
“Because you need to clean off that battle grime, or I’m not going to do anything to you.” Standing, she unbuckled her robe and let it fall as she made her way to the shower. “If we are going to do this, I want to be in charge.”
“Of course,” he purred behind her.
When she reached the back wall, she sat on the sand bed’s ledge and watched his beautiful form stalk her like the predator that he was.
Those golden scales really do frame his cock.
“Like what you see?” he asked cockily, just like when she had met him in battle.
“How about you clean up and find out?”
He raised an eyebrow before smirking. “You won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she challenged, aware of how she affected him. “Go on, get some soapberries, and lather up. I’m going to sit here and watch.”
She leaned back and waited.
He gathered some soapberries and worked them into a lather as he washed his chiseled deep blue chest, stomach, and arms. Then propped his leg on the bench and scrubbed his thighs and legs, as his scaled cock stood out in all its glory, begging to be touched.
Idris shot her a defiant look as he gripped his cock with one hand, daring her to react.
“No touching!”
