His Fire Maiden by Michelle M. Pillow Page A

Bevlons were a rare breed, and this was the first she’d come across in all her travels. She had heard plenty from Gil’s incredibly biased accounts, enough so that she’d been curious to read up on her own. She knew his kind kept to themselves, typically residing on some hot frying pan of a planet.
    His body seemed cut from a pliable metal. Solid muscles attested to a life spent in exercise. It was evident by the way he fought Gil that he was trained in combat. There had been a fearlessness in him that captivated her and a borderline recklessness that stirred her curiosity.
    Material peeled from flesh until nothing separated them. He didn’t speak, so neither did she. Violette worried that the spell between them might break should they utter a word. Something inside her shook free, like a laser missile bursting out of its shell toward another starship, making contact, exploding, destroying itself and its target in the same stellar process. It was hot and dangerous and in many ways stupid, but she couldn’t keep away from the flame of that gloriously bright moment. She locked her sights on him, fully aware that the decision she was making was a bad one that could destroy them both, if not physically at least metaphorically. Her crew would never forgive her, especially Gil. They would feel betrayed. They might not even respect her. This man was part of the ship that protected her sworn enemy, even if that enemy was her sister. Not to mention, she could dress up the facts all she liked, but he was technically a prisoner of her ship. Captain and prisoner. On opposites sides of her sworn sense of vengeance. Enemies by every logical rationing of the situation.
    But Violette couldn’t stop kissing him. He was heat and passion and insanity. He tasted like dark liquor, and his touch was just as intoxicating.
    Dev’s hands massaged her breasts. She moaned weakly at the sensations flooding her. Thumbs tweaked her nipples into tight buds. Tiny shockwaves found their way down to her pussy. He moaned in the back of his throat. Lips slid from hers as he worked his way over her jaw to her earlobe. He nipped at her ear. Her hands ran through his dark hair, pulling him closer. She angled her throat in offering. He took the invitation, sliding his mouth down her neck. Teeth skimmed her flesh. She tensed, thinking he might bite her. Instead, he drew his tongue in a delicately teasing trail to her shoulder.
    Dev’s fiery skin and fierce demeanor belied his gentle touch. She wouldn’t have guessed he’d be such a tender yet forceful lover. His hands seemed to be all over her body, moving and gliding, caressing and touching every inch of her flesh. He brought his kiss lower, along her collarbone to the valley between her breasts.
    Violette stroked his arms and shoulders. Her fingers found hold in his thick hair. Ah, sacre , but his kisses felt wonderful.
    She rocked her hips toward him as he moved lower. The hard metal at her back gave her leverage as she pushed her hips forward and spread her legs. He licked her navel before dipping his head between her thighs. Violette gasped. His hot tongue probed the softness of her sex, parting the lips to find the sensitive bud of her clit buried between them.
    Violette cried out, unable to hold back. His kissed deepened at her response. He tested her reactions, quickly adapting the movements of his mouth to give her ultimate gratification. Her skin was flushed and her breathing became hard. She slammed her fist against the wall as the pleasure built. A loud, satisfying bang resounded over them so she did it again.
    Dev jerked his head back, looking up at her. Those dark eyes seemed filled with the promise of sin, though perhaps it was only her imagination, or the look of his red skin, the stark depths of his eyes.
    Violette grabbed a fistful of his thick hair and roughly pulled him to standing. His hands hit on either side of her body to trap her. He breathed hard, each harsh sound puncturing the