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               It wasn't a gentle kiss, not by any means.   Stunned at first, Megan froze as his lips covered hers.   But, as his mouth claimed hers, plundered actually, she began to respond, not totally against her will.
               Though a large man, this Kenric didn't hurt her or crush her small body to his massive chest.   Rather he kissed her with a desperate sort of possession, the heat of which she could not fail to answer.  
               She had never felt such passion from a man.   Certainly not from Roger, whose kisses were more the chaste, brotherly sort.
               Her knees went weak and, of their own accord, her arms wound up around Kenric's neck, her hands tangling in his thick mane of chestnut hair.
               He was beautiful, she had to admit, and so totally male.   And she, after all, was female, dreaming or otherwise.   It felt good to let her body melt in to his rock hard chest, good to feel the restraint in his huge, muscled arms as he held her.
               Though they were alone, she wasn’t afraid, even as he deepened the kiss and his breathing quickened.   Even as she felt his arousal, swollen hard against her belly.  
               It was he who pulled away, wearing a stunned look on his handsome face.   Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he glared at her.   Equally stunned, Megan stared back.
               With deliberate care, he reached down for the blanket and handed it back to her.  
               "Cover yourself, woman."   His voice sounded gruff, strained.   "I will not lie with you, despite your brazen display."
               Startled, she flashed him a look.   Did he really think she meant to seduce him ?
               "Take it."   He ordered, thrusting it at her.
               With clumsy haste she did as he bid her, her fingers colliding with his big hand as she snatched the blanket from his grip.
               Outside, the wind hissed and moaned.   Save for a few feet at the top, the entire entrance to the cave was blocked with snow.   Their small fire still burned, though it sputtered and sparked.
               But she wasn’t cold, not at all, not now.   From one kiss, one earth shattering, wonderful kiss, her entire body felt on fire.
               Who was this man?   Why did he affect her this way?
               "You are betrothed."   His deep voice, harsh and emotionless, broke the silence.  
               Because technically this was true; she hadn't had time to break things off with Roger before the lightening had hit her, Megan did not contradict him.   Instead, she looked away, recognizing the condemnation in his statement and wishing she knew what the hell was going on.   Was she dreaming or not?
               "And you?"
               "I?"   His dark eyes narrowed, making her wonder if she'd stepped over some invisible line.   Still, he'd been the one to kiss her, not the other way around, and she supposed she had a right to know.
               "Yes you. Are you betrothed or," she stumbled over the strange word, "married?"
               He laughed at that, a bitter sound so utterly devoid of humor that she shivered.   "I am alone."   He told her.  
               The wind, finding some hole somewhere by which to enter, shrieked through the cave as if in agreement.   The fire sputtered, danced madly, and nearly went out.
               "What a strange way to put it."   She mused, shivering.   "What about your family?"
               The silence stretched on so long she wondered if he meant to ignore the question.  
               When he finally answered, his words were as bleak as the winter landscape outside.   "My family is dead.   All of them."
               Stunned, Megan didn't know what to say.   "I'm...