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His eyes were striking in the deep bronze of his skin. Thick black lashes surrounded them and made them sultry, almost feminine in their beauty.
    Without any warning, I let fly, throwing punches and kicking with my legs. I wanted him to hurt as much as I’d hurt for the last three hundred and thirty-four cycles, wondering if he remembered me, wondering if he cared even a little bit.
    None of my punches landed. He skilfully blocked them all, moving with a grace and ease that led me to believe he knew how to fight, and fight well. This only increased my anger and hurried my punches.
    “Ellie, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    I grunted with my exertion, but didn’t let up.
    “Ellie, stop,” he repeated.
    His deep voice and the way he said my name caused desire to flare to life inside me.
    Strong hands wrapped around my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back. He pulled me up against his hard chest, crushing my softer breasts against him.
    Wiggling and twisting, I tried to get away until hard lips pressed against mine, forcing me to stay still. A small noise of shock escaped me as I looked into his eyes. The kiss started off hard, a forceful press of lips that sent more desire coiling through me, making my anger spike. I bit down on his soft full lower lip. A small warning. Not enough to hurt, just enough to tell him I wouldn’t be swayed by his kiss.
    He pulled back, my teeth scraping across his lip, and stared down at me. I wanted to hit him again. How dare he think he could just turn up out of the blue and kiss me and everything would be alright. That I’d fall at his feet.
    “I see that you’re angry, Ellie.”
    Oh, he was smart! He received ten points for his conclusion.
    “No, handsome. I’m not angry with you. I’m furious. I’ve waited three hundred and thirty-four cycles for you to come back and you think a kiss is going to make everything all right?”
    His gaze roved over my face before coming back to meet mine.
    “I don’t expect everything to be fine. I’ve wanted to come back and see you every cycle that’s passed since I had to leave, but I couldn’t. I thought about you every cycle, wondering if you waited for me. Wondering if you’d found someone else.”
    He was stripping away some of my anger, but I wasn’t ready to let it go. “Why haven’t you come back until now?”
    I stared up into his eyes, waiting for him to answer me. The conclusion Prixy had come up with surfaced in my mind. I waited with my breath caught for his answer.
    “I couldn’t come back, Ellie, because it was too dangerous. The risk of being captured was too high.”
    Thoughts whirled around in my head, my anger starting to subside at the mystery he presented. “But you’re here now. What made you come back?”
    He let go of one of my hands and stroked his warm hand up my arm. Tingles spread out from where he grazed his hand along my bare skin. I barely managed to control the shiver that raced down my spine. Warm fingers stroked up my neck and slid into my hair, his palm cupping my cheek.
    “I couldn’t stay away, Ellie. I came back at the first opportunity I had. I’ve been thinking about you and haven’t been able to get one thought out of my mind. Don’t bite me this time.”
    His husky words sent heat spreading through me like a wild fire.
    His head descended and his warm lips pressed against mine, a soft gentle press, until I started to kiss him back. The tip of his tongue stroked the seam of my lips, encouraging me to open for him, which I did. Closing my eyes, I let myself be swept up in his kiss, my anger eased by his assertion that he’d thought of me so much.
    I’d wanted this. I’d thought about what it would be like to kiss him from the minute I’d known he was my mate. From the minute I’d caught his scent in the bar and realised I’d finally found him. All the long years I’d waited, never having more than casual relationships. Always hoping that my mate would find his way to me. Then,