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as if with a mind of their own. Her legs worked against his shoulders, hooking him the best she could manage to urge him closer.

Lips finally met the sensitive flesh of her sex, and she inhaled a sharp breath. Intense heat added to the pleasure of his wet kisses. Her heels dug into the ground. Hands roamed her thighs and stomach. She was aware of him and only him. An ache built inside her, centering on his mouth.

Violette pulled his hair. Dev obeyed her plea and crawled over her body. His handsome face hovered over hers. She ran her hand under his shirt to his back. His muscles shifted. The pant of his breath tickled her cheek. The depths of his dark eyes bore into hers. Deep emotions were buried there.

Slowly he entered her, each second filled with the promise of completion. She lifted to kiss him, but he drew his lips beyond her reach and continued to stare into eyes. In that moment, she understood what he sought. He wanted her to know who she was with, who was giving her pleasure. It was a desperate need that she should see him for what he was—a self-proclaimed demon.

But Violette did not see a demon when she looked at Dev. She wasn’t frightened by him, or repulsed. In fact, it was quiet the opposite. She was attracted to him on a primordial level. He was gravity, and she was a helpless meteor being drawn into his orbit. They crashed together as he slid fully into her depths. She gasped as he rocked his hips into her. The stars danced behind his head, framing his dark hair with their bright light. Rarely had she seen stars so big from the surface of a planet.

“I wish we could stay,” she whispered. “Never leave.”

Dev’s head tilted back as he quickened his pace. Climax hit them in unison. She tensed, trembling as pleasure washed over her. He stiffened above her, a beautiful statue of masculine perfection. After a long moment, he drew his head down to look again into her eyes.

“The rest of the universe doesn’t matter here,” she said, not really thinking of how much she revealed to him. They were joined in ways beyond that of their physical bodies. “Reality doesn’t matter here.”

“Ugh, fellas, I’m not sure Dev wants to be rescued.”

Violette blinked in confusion at the loud male voice. It took her a moment to realize that three of Dev’s crewmen stood nearby. They averted their gazes as if to give them a moderate amount of privacy. None of them were Josselyn’s husband.

“Maybe we should come back later,” the intruder continued. “Let a guy finish up.”

Violette was wrong. Reality did matter here. It had come to find them, just as it always would.

Chapter 16

Dev quickly rolled off of Violette and adjusted his pants while attempting to shade her with his body from Rick, Jackson, and Lochlann’s view. Under normal circumstances, he’d have been pleased to see his friends. Considering the compromising position he had Violette in, their timing could have been much better.

“So, are we saving him or…?” Rick covered his eyes but peeked through his fingers.

“Rick,” Dev warned.

“Dev?” Jackson arched a brow to reveal his concerns.

“There are only the two of us,” Dev answered. Then, gesturing in the direction of the canopy, he added, “Well, us, and the native whistlers.”

“Wait, I know her,” Rick exclaimed. “Dev, that’s Violent Violette. She’s the one who wants to kill all of us. Dev, you’re doing Josselyn’s sister?”

Dev glared at the man and opened his mouth. Before he could answer, Lochlann ordered, “Stop talking, Rick, if you know what is good for you.”

“All I’m saying is that Dev is the man,” Rick muttered. “It was a compliment.”

“I am Captain Violette,” Violette answered. All gentleness left her tone. Dev resisted the urge to look at her. “I do not want to kill everyone. I am not Josselyn’s sister. And I am not violent.”

“Dev, what does this mean?” Lochlann asked, glancing at Violette.

“I escaped.” Dev wondered how to describe what he had with her. What he wanted to say, and what her take was on their relationship, were probably two very different ideas. “I took her with me.”

“Her crew?” Jackson queried.

“We used the escape pod. They didn’t follow us,” Dev answered.

“Good,” Jackson stated. “Now perhaps we can end this.”

“What?” Violette gasped. She stepped quickly to where the emergency kit was on the ground and searched inside it while keeping her eyes on the men. She withdrew