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her—which bothered him. “Yes, I am. Sort of. It’s okay. This is only a dream. You’re safe.”
    They locked gazes. She seemed to revive a little be cause even though her eyes said she wanted him desperately, her frown said she didn’t trust his words.
    â€œNo,” she murmured. “I’m awake. I can tell. What’s going on? What are you…what are you doing to me?”
    â€œWhat’s your name?”
    Her gaze darted away. “Caroline.”
    Sweet. A name fit for a Yorkshire girl. “Just Caroline?”
    She nodded. When she looked at him again, the softness had gone from her eyes, leaving only caution. It put his teeth on edge. So, it was en garde, was it?
    He might have just enough strength to finesse her through this. If it came down to a tussle, it would be costly for both of them. He absolutely must not lose control. He ran his hand over the crown of her head and down her back, opening himself up to her completely. Almost without trying, he poured himself into the caress.
    She gasped and jerked, but he held her. Exquisite.
    â€œI’m Meical Grabian,” he whispered. “And you, Caroline, are mine.”
    Her throat worked convulsively to swallow, while her eyes gleamed, then darkened. As he lowered the mantle of his power over her, the last of her resistance faded. The rush of her arousal snatched his breath away.
    He kissed her mouth slowly, then deeply, and held her while she came off her ruddy hinges. Her hands opened and closed on his chest, while her body ground against his.
    Meical groaned when the first flush of strength and power surged through him. For a moment, he drifted into mindless bliss. He felt no pain. Only power. By the time he realized it wasn’t his arousal, but hers, that brought him relief, she was mouthing her way downward along his abdomen.
    He laughed softly, shuddering over the irony of it. It was his prey’s pleasure that fed him, not his own. Oh, yesss….
    He caught her face in his hands and stilled her searching mouth. She whimpered and undulated down ward, closer to her goal.
    â€œCaroline,” he whispered, “I have a better idea.”
    Lifting her head, she blinked her big, sleepy eyes at him, panting softly.
    â€œCome here.”
    She rose and wobbled into his arms, flush-faced and beautiful. His prey. His.
    While he gathered her in one arm and unzipped her jeans, he focused all his will on her. He slipped his hand inside her panties and hissed out a breath. So warm and wet. Her breaths came in soft gasps while he gently parted her with his fingers and stroked her slowly.
    Tears welled up in her eyes. Meical watched them roll slowly down her cheeks. Why was she crying? She was too deep in his trance to be frightened, and by her body’s response, he knew she was enjoying this. She moved for him as though she had been made for his touch.
    He nuzzled her temple and reveled in the nourishing heat of her rising need. “Why are you crying?”
    Her gasped answer followed every shudder of her flesh beneath his hand. “It’s been so long…”
    Meical grimaced. “Don’t let what they did to you take away who you are.”
    â€œI’m trying.”
    Meical pressed his mouth against her ear. “You are strong. You are powerful. I feel it inside you. All the strength you need is there, Caroline. Inside you. You will overcome this time in your life. And when you do, you will be more beautiful and powerful than ever before, in the way all humans are when they’ve gone through hell and survived it.”
    He looked into her half-closed eyes, hoping she’dheard every word. He couldn’t let her remember much of this when she woke, but he didn’t want her to forget what he’d just told her. “You’ll sleep for a while after this, and when you wake, there will be no pain in your leg. I would like to do more for you, but I…I’m headed elsewhere.