?Kiss me,? the white woman whispered. She reached up, sliding her fingers through Tykota?s long black hair. A raw urgency built in the pit of his stomach and spread through his veins, his mind, his whole being. It didn?t seem to matter that his mortal enemy, the Apache, were nearby, or that he and this white woman might die at any time. Just one kiss was all he wanted. But when Tykota?s lips touched Makinna?s, he knew that would never be enough. His mouth ground against hers. His tongue explored her, stirring the heat in his belly. He wanted to know her in every way a man can know a woman. He wanted to unveil her hidden beauty and kiss every part of her body. Wild, primitive emotions tore through him, and he was on fire. And, in that moment, Makinna became his woman. His to protect. To love. To take . .