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breath.
    He couldn’t afford to become involved with a human female, even one as lovely as this. This wasn’t emotion. No, this was a simple thing, easily understood. As he looked at her, he knew why he’d put his whole existence at risk.
    Lust. Simple lust.
    A killer dry spell, combined with his impulsive nature and the temptation of the queen’s comeuppance and it was no surprise he’d snatched her up. He stepped over to the bed and ran a light questing finger down the side of her face. Brushing a strand of long, dark hair off her cheek, he savored the silky texture between his fingers and the sensation vibrated his nerves right down to his cock.
    She rolled over in her sleep, the edge of the sheet pulled tight and low across her full breasts. His breath caught.
    She might be worth it all.
    Worth the risk of hiding her. Worth the baiting from his relatives. Worth the queen’s wrath.
    He eased onto the bed and balanced on the edge, placing an arm across her body. His hip nudged close to hers, barely touching. He leaned in close, angling over her, and deeply inhaling her scent of sunshine, dried grass, and the faint underlay of sage. Earthy, warm garden scents that awoke in him an aching desire to crawl into bed with her and extend this moment, this rare pleasure of watching a woman sleep.
    She moaned, stretched, and flexed under the covers. Under him.
    His hand twitched. He fought his need to pull the blankets down and ravage her breasts with his teeth and tongue. Taste her secret spots, her navel, the side of her waist, between her thighs.
    Fierce shaking lust stole his breath and, despite his exhaustion, left him hard and aching.
    Logan was no longer confused about why he’d taken her. The queen didn’t matter. None of it mattered in this moment. He desired her and it had been a long time since he’d been able to indulge his desires.
    Taking even, deep breaths, he held still, praying for her to do the same. If she moved, if she opened her eyes, if she pressed her thighs against him, he’d be lost. He’d take her with the savagery of fifteen years of deprivation. And he’d regret it.
    He’d gambled all and he would get the most out of this bargain. This was a precious opportunity handed to him by the Fates. And he wanted it. Wanted her. Not just as a bargaining chip against the queen, not just as a way to achieve his freedom, not just as the closest piece of ass. He wanted her so he could feel like this, aroused and alive.
    Her lids fluttered. She was about to wake and he was back under control. He stroked her sleeping cheek, sure now that his taking her was worth the risk.
     
    Trina dreamed of green woods and the smell of hot smoke and leather. Deep blue eyes floated in the smoke, dominating the dreamscape, their seductive intent luring her deeper into the dream. A tendril of smoke caressed her skin, slid down her face and along the bottom of her lip, teasing her mouth open. She licked out, and tasted heat.
    Real strokes on her cheek permeated her sleep, coaxing her awake. She resisted, holding on to the trailing edges of the dream as long as possible.
    And opened her eyes.
    Her kidnapper sat next to her. His warm skin and leather-clad body leaned dangerously close to her dream-heavy limbs. She stared into his eyes, his lids low over his hot, crystal gaze as he drew down her cheek with a long, careful finger.
    Desire formed hot and low in her pelvis, heating her from the inside out. In the back of her mind, a small voice reminded her. This was only magical chemistry. She shouldn’t want this one.
    She sat up fast, ending too close, with her face against his neck, tangled in his long, black hair. His heart beat pulsed in the skin of his throat and her mouth opened in anticipation, her wayward tongue reaching for the salty hollow of his neck.
    Trina pressed her lips together, hard, to avoid the temptation of his throat and fell into her next mistake. She looked down at his hard muscled thighs clad in soft