I doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,” she managed. “They didn’t much like me being in your realm.”

“They’ll just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.”

Gods, how she wished that were true. “Nothing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.”

He cradled her face in his hands again. “You are.”

That was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Gasped when his arms closed around her waist with the strength of a vise. Lost herself in the sweet taste of his tongue stroking urgently across hers.

“I want you,” she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul.

She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She trailed one hand down his bare chest, over the waistband of his pants.

Elisabeth Naughton