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her head back, moaning as he moved down her stomach.
                Heat flared at
his path.  Her blood rushed in her veins, pooling in her sex, a pulse beating
in her hidden nub.  She shouldn’t want this.  It should stop, but her mouth
couldn’t form the words.  She was as mute to say nay as she was blind.
                Raphael released
her hands and moved, freeing her legs of their cage.  He cupped her breasts as
he drew lower, then released them, nuzzled the apex of her thighs with his
nose. His lips teased the top of one limb, nipping the sensitive flesh as he
spread her legs with callused palms.
                He rubbed his
face against her inner thigh, faint stubble roughening her skin.  She shivered
at the contrast of silken lips and harsh stubble.
                Swan’s breath
hitched at the first probe of his finger in her wet folds.  He traced up and
down her slit, parting her like a blossom, edging nearer and nearer the opening
of her womanhood.
                “Say but my name,
Swan.  Tell me you want me.  Say you want a beast to pleasure you as no man
ever will.”
                “No, I don’t,”
she said shakily, trying to mean it.
                He slid up,
circled her clit with his wet finger, driving her mad with his teasing
nearness.  She wanted something from him, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to
beg.
                “I can end it,
Swan.  You have only to admit your desire.”
                She shook her
head, ignoring that unbearable touch.  She realized then her wrists were free. 
The bonds gone.  He’d released her when he let go of her hands.
                Hesitant, with
growing strength, she opened her eyes.  The pleasure disappeared in that
instant.  He was gone.
     
    * * * *
     
                As night fell,
Swan changed into human form once more.  Shivering, she slowly opened her eyes
to dusk and the cool air of coming night.  She stared at the dying rays of the
setting sun, feeling an overwhelming sadness. She had always taken daylight for
granted, never known how much the sun could be missed, but she was a creature
of the darkness now, doomed never to see the sun again with the eyes of a
human, unless the spell could be broken.
                Her thoughts
turned to another creature of the dark, to Raphael.
                More specifically,
her thoughts returned to the strange dream she’d experienced earlier.  Had it
truly been nothing more than a dream?  Had guilt provoked the fantasy of
admitting desire for a man not her kind?  She was loath to say anything.  If it
had been a dream, she would be mortified to reveal the extent of her
fascination with him.  Lust could form no lasting connection--and she didn’t
desire to be chained to any man.
                A fire flared to
life, and she sat up, startled at the sudden flash.
                Raphael knelt across
the way, watching her over the small, orange flame, his dark look blistering.
                Cloaked with
trailing hair, she nevertheless felt completely exposed by his intense
scrutiny.  Swan covered her breasts with her arms, breaking eye contact.
                “Your gown is in
that basket.  You need to eat and warm yourself quickly.  We dare not keep the
fire long.”
                Swan complied,
waiting until he turned his back to rise and dress herself.  The muscles in his
back were tense as he crouched, watching the growing darkness.
                She ate dried
meat and cheese, studying him.  Sipping sparingly on the water bladder, she
finally could contain her silence no more.  “Is there something I should know? 
You are acting most strange.”
                Standing, he
faced her and pointed to the East.  “Ravenel is but a league distant.”
                He must have
carried her