I looked up and smiled, delighted at her spirit. She would not bend easily to obedience. But I was willing to overlook that flaw, for I was confident it was the only one she possessed. Only her eyes were what took me completely off guard. Now in her rancor they burned dark blue, glowering as she felt my perusal. But when her manner was calm her eyes were a soft blue, clear and bright as pools of water. Yes, she would be a hard one to tame, but the prospect would surely be enjoyable.

In one swift moment, I tossed her over my shoulder, and she began to pound on my back and claw with her nails. I bore it, chuckling softly to myself. But when her feet kicked at my groin, I stopped smiling and held those lethal weapons in a firm grip.

I strode to the bed and spilled Romelle unceremoniously onto it. There was a glimpse of long, slender legs before she scrambled up and leaped from the bed, dashing to the door.

I sat on the bed and regarded her in silence. I saw the stark fear on her face and suddenly regretted what I had to do. Better to get it over with quickly, I thought. I cleared my throat and said evenly, “As I said before, Romelle, I intend that you become my wife.”

“You’re mad!”

“And to make it easier for you, we will begin tonight in married intimacy.”

“No!”

“Oh yes.”

“I will not let you. Damn you, you will not touch me!”

“Princess, listen to me. To allow you to continue your maiden state would be foolish, for it would encourage you to feed unfounded hopes and keep you all the longer away from me.” I stretched my hand to her. “Come, my sweet, I will help you undress.”

“No!” she yelled, her back pressed to the door. “You will not do this to me.”

I could see she was terrified, her blue eyes gave her away, but her stance was pure defiance. I slid off the bed, curious as to how far she would challenge my authority over her.

I rose to my feet, coming toward her, and Romelle swung about, her fingers desperately pushing at the buttons on the control panel. She gasped as she felt me behind her, pressing my body lightly against hers. When I slammed my hand against the door by her head, she jumped in terror.

I laughed softly. “Don’t be afraid,” I said, pulling her hair aside, kissing the nape of her neck.

“Stop it,” she managed to grate out, her face pressing against the steel door.

“I will not hurt you,” I said, leaning around to nibble upon the delicate lobe of ear. “You will learn my touch and the feel of my flesh against yours.”

She remained silent, but I could feel her body trembling. “You’re a very disobedient little slave,” I told her, my fingers playing with her curls.

“I’m not a slave,” she said fiercely. “I’m a princess! You have no right hold me!”

“You speak of what you were, Romelle, and not of who you are now. You are a spoil of war, and thus you have become my slave.” I pushed my body hard against her, so that she could feel how aroused I was. “It is time you learned your place in my world. You are mine. Your sole purpose in life will be to please me.”

“Never!”

I laughed at her defiance and nipped the back of her neck with my teeth. “I’ve had it with waiting,” I said, pulling her into my arms. Her lips half-parted in surprise and her startled gasp was abruptly silenced when my mouth came down upon hers. I moved my hand behind her head, forcing her face to slant against mine, and my lips twisted across her mouth, seeking, demanding. I wished that somewhere in the deepest, darkest recesses of her being, a small spark would ignite and flare upward, awaking her mind and body from their coldly held reserve, and fusing them in one whirling mass of sensation.

“You feel something for me, Romelle, I know you do.”

To my surprise, she stopped struggling, and her arms crept upward around my back, and she took my kiss with sudden fierceness, parting her lips, clinging to me in sweet abandon.

“Oh Lotor, I need you.“

I was not entirely certain I had heard right. Reaching out, I cupped her face between my hands and looked directly into her eyes. “Romelle?”

“I don’t care what the others might think of me,” she said huskily. “I want to be with you…completely.”

I thought I was dreaming, but there was no pretense in the way her body responded to me. She craved what I could give her, and that was no lie.

“I shall kiss you and caress you until you beg me to relieve you from your virginity,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

She blushed, and a tremor ran through her slender frame. “But please,” she whispered, and then hid her gaze from mine. “Be patient with me. I had too much fruit juice before…that is…I need a few moments to get ready.”

Sudden understanding dawned upon me, and I smiled down at her. “You have no idea, my beauty, how much I desire you,” I said quietly, “but it is important to me that you’re not fearful of what will transpire between us this night. Do you understand?”

She looked up at me, so vulnerable that it almost broke my heart…almost.

“Yes, Lotor.”

“You have ten minutes, my love, no more.”

“Thank you,” she replied.

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