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a shimmering blue green light. Nearly fell to her knees when he started for her door.
What had she unleashed, and why was it exhilaration rather than fear that swept through her? She shivered at the prospect of tasting passion in the arms of a warrior who’d stepped straight out of a legend. She heard the door bang open, and the sound sent shockwaves trembling through her.
Clutching the folds of her robe at her throat, she didn’t even pretend to back away. She wanted him—oh, dear God in heaven, how she wanted him—and he was coming. Stalking down the hall toward her with the arrogant pride of a warrior and the lethal menace of a predator. She didn’t know which aroused her more. The cat inside her snarled its mingled defiance and desire, while the woman made a low, moaning sound in her throat.
He stopped, mere inches away, and looked down at her. His jaw clenched with the effort it cost him to remain still; to keep from touching her. The passion in his eyes seared intoher, and she felt the melting in her core as it dripped warm, creamy wetness onto her thighs. He still said nothing, but the faint trembling shudder that shook through his body reassured her. This was no ravager to take without permission. He wanted her, but he waited.
The knowledge of her power over this warrior from ancient prophecy thrilled her beyond any desire she’d ever felt, and she had to put her hands out to his chest to hold herself upright. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
Bastien heard her surrender and threw his head back and roared out his claim. He had channeled the fury of lightning itself before, but had never known this searing fire that burned through his blood. The hunger echoed in his pulse and in hers, which he heard quickening as he reached out to her. Finally,
finally
put his hands in that wealth of glorious hair and gently wrapped one palm around the back of her head to pull her to him.
“Kat,” he murmured. “Lady Kat, do you say yes to me? If yes, you will be mine for this night.”
She stared up at him, and the shape of her eyes was somehow lengthened, her pupils changed. The mysteries of womanhood and of her dual nature were reflected in her eyes. “Yes, Bastien. I say
yes.
I need to feel alive.”
He paused, though nearly driven mad by her words. “I would not take advantage of your sorrow, my lady,” he said roughly. “As a scion of Atlantis, I may call down an hour or two more of cold shower to ease this fire you create inside me.”
She smiled at the image created in her mind and shook her head, then put a finger against his lips. “No, Atlantean. I do not say yes merely out of my sorrow, but from the need I have for you.” She ducked her head and then raised it to meet his gaze. “The need I have felt since I first met you, two years ago.”
The courage and desire shining in her eyes released him from the bounds of restraint, and he lifted her into his arms. Bent his head to kiss her, knowing even as he did that he was lost. When his lips touched her, a touchstone deep inside his soul unleashed a torrent like unto the one that had driven Atlantis to its undersea destiny.
More, more.
An ember of sanity struggled to surface, bearing thoughts of Poseidon, Conlan, and Atlantis. Duty and honor and mission.
But desire swamped sanity. Longing triumphed over logic. He needed, by the gods, he
needed
, and he had never needed anything in his four centuries as he needed the taste of this woman.
He swept his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with all the desperate wanting she provoked in him, and wonder of wonders,
she kissed him back.
Kat’s mind raged at the feel of him, the heat of him, and the steel of muscle under skin that trembled at her touch. She caught her breath at the first touch of his lips and was lost. Her breath, his breath, they mingled together in a kiss that lasted longer than an eternity, shorter than a thought. Caught up in the strength of his powerful arms, she melted against
What had she unleashed, and why was it exhilaration rather than fear that swept through her? She shivered at the prospect of tasting passion in the arms of a warrior who’d stepped straight out of a legend. She heard the door bang open, and the sound sent shockwaves trembling through her.
Clutching the folds of her robe at her throat, she didn’t even pretend to back away. She wanted him—oh, dear God in heaven, how she wanted him—and he was coming. Stalking down the hall toward her with the arrogant pride of a warrior and the lethal menace of a predator. She didn’t know which aroused her more. The cat inside her snarled its mingled defiance and desire, while the woman made a low, moaning sound in her throat.
He stopped, mere inches away, and looked down at her. His jaw clenched with the effort it cost him to remain still; to keep from touching her. The passion in his eyes seared intoher, and she felt the melting in her core as it dripped warm, creamy wetness onto her thighs. He still said nothing, but the faint trembling shudder that shook through his body reassured her. This was no ravager to take without permission. He wanted her, but he waited.
The knowledge of her power over this warrior from ancient prophecy thrilled her beyond any desire she’d ever felt, and she had to put her hands out to his chest to hold herself upright. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
Bastien heard her surrender and threw his head back and roared out his claim. He had channeled the fury of lightning itself before, but had never known this searing fire that burned through his blood. The hunger echoed in his pulse and in hers, which he heard quickening as he reached out to her. Finally,
finally
put his hands in that wealth of glorious hair and gently wrapped one palm around the back of her head to pull her to him.
“Kat,” he murmured. “Lady Kat, do you say yes to me? If yes, you will be mine for this night.”
She stared up at him, and the shape of her eyes was somehow lengthened, her pupils changed. The mysteries of womanhood and of her dual nature were reflected in her eyes. “Yes, Bastien. I say
yes.
I need to feel alive.”
He paused, though nearly driven mad by her words. “I would not take advantage of your sorrow, my lady,” he said roughly. “As a scion of Atlantis, I may call down an hour or two more of cold shower to ease this fire you create inside me.”
She smiled at the image created in her mind and shook her head, then put a finger against his lips. “No, Atlantean. I do not say yes merely out of my sorrow, but from the need I have for you.” She ducked her head and then raised it to meet his gaze. “The need I have felt since I first met you, two years ago.”
The courage and desire shining in her eyes released him from the bounds of restraint, and he lifted her into his arms. Bent his head to kiss her, knowing even as he did that he was lost. When his lips touched her, a touchstone deep inside his soul unleashed a torrent like unto the one that had driven Atlantis to its undersea destiny.
More, more.
An ember of sanity struggled to surface, bearing thoughts of Poseidon, Conlan, and Atlantis. Duty and honor and mission.
But desire swamped sanity. Longing triumphed over logic. He needed, by the gods, he
needed
, and he had never needed anything in his four centuries as he needed the taste of this woman.
He swept his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with all the desperate wanting she provoked in him, and wonder of wonders,
she kissed him back.
Kat’s mind raged at the feel of him, the heat of him, and the steel of muscle under skin that trembled at her touch. She caught her breath at the first touch of his lips and was lost. Her breath, his breath, they mingled together in a kiss that lasted longer than an eternity, shorter than a thought. Caught up in the strength of his powerful arms, she melted against
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