Duskfire Glacier [m] seremoni

The bounty hunter knew no retreat. The danger of her was second to the prize. He sought her claws when she struck, hoping to overtake her while she was distracted — but the chase was on once more, and Catamaran was not dissuaded.

At the peak they faced each other, the woman with fierce heat and he with heavy-handed affection. There was a clamoring in his chest that cried touchmetouchmetouchme and he found no fault in her when she complied. Even a fight felt like lovemaking to a creature as starved as he. He took his lumps without rancor as he struggled to subdue her. Her green gaze was laughing; his own held traces of amusement amidst the burn of desire and a deeper adoration.