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said in a demand as if that alone would make her stop struggling. Then it occurred to her it could be an attempt for him to remember not to kill her. The silence of the courtyard was deafening and she knew every eye there watched them. He studied her for a moment then opened his large hands and dropped her. She landed with a jolt that dropped her to her knees, banging one on a wayward rock.
He turned and yanked the chains from Cyrille who had forgotten he still held the end of them. Damien was nearly dragging her before she was able to gain her feet. It was several paces later, her face turning scarlet for everyone would have gotten a good look at her body as she had flailed about in the cloak.
Reaching his horse he turned back to her, the heat of his gaze trailed over her as she struggled to finish pulling the cloak securely around her. He yanked her against him, his armor dug into her skin as he gripped her to him. “Do I burn you here Rebel?” he asked his voice pitched low.
“Do it or not but you will not break me,” she swore between clinched teeth.
He looked down on her, studying her defiance before the corner of his lip twisted upward and he replied, “We shall see.”
His gauntlets cut into her skin when he seized her around her hips and sat her with a jolt onto his horse before vaulting in the saddle behind her. Settling her into his lap he never looked down at her to discover what part of her body his gloved hands touched. His arms came around her to take up the reins as she tugged on the cloak to cover herself all the while cursing the man who was her enemy but whose touch and very presence sent jolts of lightning through her that frightened her.
“To Haltwhistle,” he called to his men. Keri looked up at him and she felt a flash of something in his gaze that softened before it was gone and he was the indomitable fortress of a man once again.
After leaving the castle walls and pulling ahead of his men he turned to watch the blaze. From her position she could turn her head and watch too but the morning left her stiff so she settled back against Damien and watched his face. She could see nothing of what he was thinking under his helm as he sat still and straight like a proud conqueror. How she hated this man, she thought glaring up at him. As soon as the thought clamored in her mind his eyes fell on her. They studied her face, ran down the length of her, taking his time as they lingered on her breasts, her legs as they draped across his. Though the cloak covered her he already knew what she looked like underneath and in his gaze as it travelled over her she knew he was seeing it again. When they came back to her face they held a hard look and she felt her stomach flop when the horse moved under them, his thigh muscles tensed and his pelvis moved against her bottom, his arm barely brushed her breasts as he steadied the animal. Every inch of her body had come alive and could feel every inch of the man’s armor pressed into her, every ounce of his being surrounding her. He turned the horse again and spurred him away to the next keep and she knew without a doubt this man would be victor there too.
The ride was long and torturous, the cloak providing little barrier between her naked flesh and Damien’s armor. It was dusk when they arrived outside the walls of Haltwhistle. The gates were shut solid but the crumbling walls did not look as if they could stand another attack. It was a place that appeared as if it had seen many.
Damien’s arm came around her waist and slid her to the ground in front of him when he dismounted. Her knees buckled but this man of steel never showing a sign of fatigue held onto her. His arm disappeared underneath the cloak, her body only exposed to him as he held her there, his me n arrived and began setting up camp. She thought he looked at her but when she raised her head it was to Haltwhistle he gazed.
“Do you think
He turned and yanked the chains from Cyrille who had forgotten he still held the end of them. Damien was nearly dragging her before she was able to gain her feet. It was several paces later, her face turning scarlet for everyone would have gotten a good look at her body as she had flailed about in the cloak.
Reaching his horse he turned back to her, the heat of his gaze trailed over her as she struggled to finish pulling the cloak securely around her. He yanked her against him, his armor dug into her skin as he gripped her to him. “Do I burn you here Rebel?” he asked his voice pitched low.
“Do it or not but you will not break me,” she swore between clinched teeth.
He looked down on her, studying her defiance before the corner of his lip twisted upward and he replied, “We shall see.”
His gauntlets cut into her skin when he seized her around her hips and sat her with a jolt onto his horse before vaulting in the saddle behind her. Settling her into his lap he never looked down at her to discover what part of her body his gloved hands touched. His arms came around her to take up the reins as she tugged on the cloak to cover herself all the while cursing the man who was her enemy but whose touch and very presence sent jolts of lightning through her that frightened her.
“To Haltwhistle,” he called to his men. Keri looked up at him and she felt a flash of something in his gaze that softened before it was gone and he was the indomitable fortress of a man once again.
After leaving the castle walls and pulling ahead of his men he turned to watch the blaze. From her position she could turn her head and watch too but the morning left her stiff so she settled back against Damien and watched his face. She could see nothing of what he was thinking under his helm as he sat still and straight like a proud conqueror. How she hated this man, she thought glaring up at him. As soon as the thought clamored in her mind his eyes fell on her. They studied her face, ran down the length of her, taking his time as they lingered on her breasts, her legs as they draped across his. Though the cloak covered her he already knew what she looked like underneath and in his gaze as it travelled over her she knew he was seeing it again. When they came back to her face they held a hard look and she felt her stomach flop when the horse moved under them, his thigh muscles tensed and his pelvis moved against her bottom, his arm barely brushed her breasts as he steadied the animal. Every inch of her body had come alive and could feel every inch of the man’s armor pressed into her, every ounce of his being surrounding her. He turned the horse again and spurred him away to the next keep and she knew without a doubt this man would be victor there too.
The ride was long and torturous, the cloak providing little barrier between her naked flesh and Damien’s armor. It was dusk when they arrived outside the walls of Haltwhistle. The gates were shut solid but the crumbling walls did not look as if they could stand another attack. It was a place that appeared as if it had seen many.
Damien’s arm came around her waist and slid her to the ground in front of him when he dismounted. Her knees buckled but this man of steel never showing a sign of fatigue held onto her. His arm disappeared underneath the cloak, her body only exposed to him as he held her there, his me n arrived and began setting up camp. She thought he looked at her but when she raised her head it was to Haltwhistle he gazed.
“Do you think
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