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what you’re saying,” he groaned, clenching the brawn of his body and drawing her closer. “You dinna remember who I am,” he finished with emotion attracting his brogue.
    “I dinna,” she laughed, on the wisp of a sigh, parting her pouted lips. “I am yours,” she whispered.
    “Nay,” Donan murmured with his hand spread over the column of her graceful throat: the entire gesture belaying his words with its sign of possession.
    “Lord Donan, you have saved me. You cannot give me back.” Analise’s lips pouted more, begging him for a kiss. “I won’t let you.” Her eyes sparkled in impish challenge, trying to hide hues of uncertainty and need.
    Donan was surprised Analise seemed to know so clearly who he was. Surely, she couldn't have forgotten his lameness? It was then he convinced himself that she must be feverish from being cold and wet as he stroked her cool brow. She lifted her lips upward, catching his palm with a kiss. He shook his head slowly in denial because she chose not to see who he truly was and she kissed his palm again.
    “Little nightingale, I will keep you safe,” he whispered on a breath, on a plea, with Analise’s lips moistening his palm with warmth and tenderness. “You don't have to offer me anything, lass.”
    That promise was a healthy bit of foolery for a crippled man, nevertheless Donan vowed to do all he could, and still in certain circumstances he was powerful. The Laird Glenncannon had not lost his wit or his stubbornness.
    “But, I’m yours!” Analise cried softly, rising up before him, losing the cover of fur with a maddening slide. “Can you not see that we belong together?” Donan’s gaze followed the fur sliding past Analise’s belly button where it stopped. “Can you not feel it?”
    Aye, twas all that he could feel, Donan thought, as he wondered at the wit of having a discussion with such perfectly bouncy naked breasts. Why he judged he could not get his hand completely around one fragile mound and the judicious thought made him itch to try. Jesu , in that moment, he decided he loved big bosoms and especially ones with just that shape of swollen nipples. The tips were pink, baby soft, and quivering.
    “Because you saved my life and that makes my life yours!” Analise exclaimed, swaying her beautiful breasts beneath his nose. “You cannot give my life back.”
    Wondering at his sanity and gritting his teeth, Donan steadfastly took hold of the fur as he pulled it loose from Analise’s rounded hips, obtaining a glimpse of the whole of her before he wrapped her within its warmth once more.
    “You will lie down and sleep. Tis cold and you need rest,” he stated firmly with a catch of gruffness in his voice.
    “But-but—”
    “Nay, lass! If you are mine, then you will be obeying me.”
    “Oh? Then you do see. I mean you agree.” She smiled, lying down obediently.
    “Aye, lass, I see.”
    Analise sighed, thinking that her beloved lord looked very fine in the firelight. He had set his profile to her and she admired his strong features, coming to believe he must be what people would call a Black Scot. His hair was a thick mane, coal black and curling lightly on the ends from the dampness. He had striking black brows and gray eyes that gathered and clung like a shifting silver mist on a deep gloaming. Aye, twas a Scot’s word, gloaming, and she’d never understood the depth of it until she’d gazed into her master’s eyes at the moment of passion between them.
    Her master, her beloved ... her lord.
    He was all this to her and she’d never allow him to deny it. Not now. Not after they'd kissed souls and perhaps not before they'd first touched gazes as if they were kissing souls. She would be anything for Donan, anything she could offer him, for she understood that he resisted. And she understood why.
    It was his legs he worried so much about. Legs that still looked strong and thick, as any man’s legs should in their braces. And the rest of him, saints, he