“When they kissed, it was sure and deep, and the more she had, the more Tunuva wanted. Esbar drew her nails all the way down her spine. Tunuva groaned at the flare of smarting pleasure, the fire-tipped arrow it sent to her depths. While Esbar nipped at her ear, her jaw, Tunuva grasped her hair in answer, needing to hold all of her, draw this woman close enough to knit the sinew of their souls. She wanted to make love, slow and tender, and she wanted to be seized in passion - two sacred wants, as pressing as thirst, as radiant as the fruit. Though the war had come for them at last, there was still this. There would always be this.”