They moved to the shadowed area she had indicated, a small space between coiled ropes and covered cargo where the moonlight barely reached. Here, surrounded by the familiar sounds and smells of the ship, Saphyra seemed less like an enigmatic predator and more like a woman filled with lust.
She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell the scent of sea spray and distant shores that clung to her skin. Her hand reached up to touch his face, and this time he didn't pull away.
"You're so warm," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "So alive with power. I can feel it calling to me, singing in harmony with my own abilities."
"And when I sensed your presence on the sea, I couldn't wait to meet you. Jaenor, I mean you no harm, nor am I trying to manipulate you."
"You are the perfect mate for me, as I am for you."
