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if scalded. The feel of his hair-roughened skin was too raw, too intimate. Then she felt his finger slide inside her and shock pierced through her.
    “Stop that!”
    He rested his head against her forehead. “ Now I’m doing something. Do you like it?”
    “No, I do not. Nor do I like you.”
    He wedged another finger in beside the first. “You are as tight as a maiden. Do you know how badly I want to be inside you right now?”
    Reyna had a good idea and cursed her body’s betrayal. She arched upward in an effort to dislodge him and realized her mistake at once. She could feel every hot, hard inch of him, his massive, powerful chest crushing the softness of her breasts, his long muscular thighs pressing against hers and his thick sex probing the place where his fingers now played.
    Her terror dissolved into something she refused to recognize or name. She had to remind herself over and over that Wulf was the man who had abused her. She looked into his eyes and saw a flicker of something she’d never expected to see in the eyes of Wulf the Ruthless. She saw desire, compassion, and aye, admiration. She shook those thoughts from her head. Surely she was mistaken. Wulf the Ruthless knew no other emotion save brutality and lust.
    “If you need a woman, I will fetch Uma for you.”
    “I do not want Uma, I want you.”
    Reyna was dissolving under his sinful manipulation, her mind spinning in confusion. She could scarcely find the breath to protest.
    “I am going to kiss you, Reyna.”
    “Oh, no, I…”
    He brushed aside her protest. The last thing she saw was the gleam of Wulf’s white teeth as his mouth came down over hers. How could a man as hard and unrelenting as Wulf have lips so soft? Reyna wondered. His lips moved over hers with assurance, as if she was his for the taking, which indeed she was. She tried to push him away, but he was an immovable presence, bent on getting what he wanted. Unfortunately for Reyna, she was what he wanted.
    When Wulf pushed his tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss, Reyna renewed her efforts to make him stop. But it was increasingly difficult with her bones melting and her head whirling. What this bold Norseman did to her body was beyond comprehension. Nothing in her previous experience compared to Wulf’s kisses.
    How could this man be the same Norseman who had taken her innocence without remorse? Even the rich, earthy scent that clung to him was not as she remembered. She could still recall the pungent odor of blood, sweat and something feral emanating from her attacker.
    As if they’d happened yesterday, Reyna began to relive the events of that terrible day. Her body stiffened, terror settled deep in her stomach. She had to stop this now, for she couldn’t bear that kind of hurt again.
    Wulf seemed to recognize her fear and eased away from her.
    “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
    Tossing her head from side to side, Reyna began to beat her fists against his chest. “I refuse to let this happen to me again.”
    Understanding settled deep in Wulf’s gut. Rannulf had hurt Reyna terribly and instilled in her a lasting fear of men.
    “It does not have to be painful, Reyna. I can make it enjoyable for you.”
    “Like you did the first time?”
    Wulf cursed Rannulf. Reluctantly moving a respectable distance away from the object of his desire, Wulf decided to bide his time until Reyna came to him willingly.
    “You win this time, Reyna,” Wulf said, “but I cannot wait forever for you to come to me. You belong to me and I will have you.”
    Suddenly the moon slid fully from behind a cloud, revealing Wulf’s warrior’s body in all its splendor. Reyna stared at him as he lifted himself from the pool and pulled his clothing on over his wet body. Despite her fear of men, she couldn’t help admiring Wulf. He was a truly magnificent specimen of masculinity; large and hard muscled, broad shouldered, deep chested and narrow hipped. His legs were long and powerful and his body was