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clasped to her mouth.
"You were bought for another, but that can be dealt with. I am the
gon-dra."
    "Do you know by whom I was
purchased?"
    "It is of little matter.
Every castle or manor house in this part of the land is loyal to
Black Dorn." He placed his sword and knife on a table then stood
next to his bed. "There is one thing I must ask. Long ago, one was
chosen for me—the daughter of a high-ranking noble—who rejected me.
I was inexperienced. I vowed I would choose my mate. I have chosen
you. Do you…will you accept me?"
    Branwyn knelt on the bed
before him and looked into his eyes. "Malack, I choose you with all
my body and all my love." She wrapped her arms around his neck then
pressed her lips on his, sealing her promise. Stepping off the bed,
she untied the ribbons that held her hair in place, letting her
red-brown tresses fall far below her shoulders. There was no
fumbling of her fingers as she loosened the ties to her gown and
shifts. They fell to the floor.
    She spoke as she undressed
Malack. "When I first arrived, Duna Trea tried to explain my title.
She said I would become a duna after I was taken. I did not
understand. In the land I come from, matters between a man and
woman are not discussed." She lay back on the bed. "It is much
different here in Black Dorn. I now understand what taken means. It
is when a man lays with a woman and they are joined as
one."
    She tried to complete what
she wanted to say, but Malack kissed her chest and moved toward an
awaiting nipple. "I do not understand what you meant when you said
that you could not take what is his—meaning my
master’s."
    Malack stopped two kisses
away from her nipple. "When I place my manhood in you, the first
time, there will be blood. It will prove you have not been bedded
by another."
    "Will I bleed
because…because—I fear…I fear…" Tears dribbled down her cheeks. "I
want to be taken by you, but I fear you. My head whirls and not
from the wine of Black Dorn."
    Malack pushed up some
pillows, rested on them and wrapped Branwyn in his arms. "Why do
you fear me?" His breath was hot across her neck.
    "I saw you…bedding Sasha. I
heard her screams."
    "Sasha’s a dune. You are
not. You could never be a duna. I sense a spirit inside you. You
have hidden it, but it is there." While he spoke, he caressed her
arms.
    "I have felt lost and afraid
since coming to Black Dorn. The land and its ways are much
different from my home. Only now do I begin to feel as if my feet
are planted firmly on ground once again.
    Malack chuckled. "Then is it
I who should be afraid? When your fiery spirit awakens
again."
    She leaned her head back and
planted a kiss on his chin. "You may instruct me if my will becomes
stronger than it should for the wife of the gon-dra."
    "I would never instruct you
that way. That is how I bedded Sasha. You watched us in the
training room?"
    Branwyn nodded.
    "I was drunk and angry. Trea
asked me to bed Sasha. Her master will care not if she is
pleasured. She must learn this. I bedded her as a gon-dra should."
He stopped. "As a gon-dra." He rubbed his forehead. "My birthright
has cost me a brother." He paused. "I must be seen as strong and
powerful, even when injured or sick or…drunk and angry?"
    She closed her eyes as she
listened to his words, reveling in the casual strokes of his hands
on her arms. When his hand brushed a breast or a nipple, her chest
would rise to his touch.
    "The Gon, my father, grows
older. As he weakens, I must grow stronger to protect Black Dorn.
That power must be seen by all. All must fear me. Fear my anger. My
power. All but you. I would only bed you, as I did Sasha, if it
were desirous for both of us. Trea taught me how to receive
pleasure. I learned on my own, how to give pleasure. Did you enjoy
our time by the creek?"
    "Yes."
    "I truly enjoyed my time
exploring your body. You are giving and responsive."
    Branwyn turned to speak, but
a kiss interrupted her. His lips pressing against hers, stoked that
warmth