sienna

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. __ometimes I really want to___ frustrated sound___ite you!_ He froze. __ might let you._ __ won__ do it if you__ enjoy it.

How long since you had sex?_ Aeron asked his friend. Another moan. __wo__hree days._ Paris wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. Which meant Paris hadn__ had a female since before their return. But Aeron knew Lucien had flashed the warrior into town every night they__ spent in the desert for just that reason. Had the warrior had trouble finding a willing partner? __et me take you into town. You can__ __o. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine.

Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized she__ made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her.__et me go!___n a minute._ As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. __it like this._ Done, he released her.

Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine.

When he put the old-fashioned mechanical toy on her palm, she stopped breathing. It was a tiny representation of an atom, complete with colored ball bearings standing in for neutrons, protons, and on the outside, arranged on arcs of fine wire, electrons. Turning the key on the side made the electrons move, what she__ thought were ball bearings actually finely crafted spheres of glass that sparked with color. A brilliant, thoughtful, wonderful gift for a physics major.__hy magnesium?_ she asked, identifying the atomic number of the light metal. His hand on her jaw, his mouth on her own. __ecause it__ beautifully explosive, just like my X.