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out to see us, cheering that I’ve returned with my mate.   It’s a place of magic, a place of indescribable beauty.   We have seasons, but the winters are no’ harsh.   Game is plentiful, the grass greener, the flowers more vibrant.   You’ve never seen such majesty before.”  
    She closed her eyes and allowed herself to imagine a place like the one he had described and, to her astonishment, was able to envision it clearly. “I won't belong there,” she whispered.
    His voice, smooth and soft, replied, “You doona belong here.   You belong with me in Drahcir.”
    Her eyes opened.   It was as if Lucian knew all of her secret longings, all of the dreams she’d barely allowed herself to imagine.   It frightened her the same time it excited her.   She turned in his arms and looked up at him.   Her fingers itched to trace the strong line of his jaw, to know if his lips were as soft as they looked.
    She inhaled and breathed in the scent of pine, sandalwood, and leather. It was a heady mix combined with a man such as Lucian.   He tempted her body, and his words tempted her soul.   Did she belong with him?   Or did she belong in the tiny village she’d grown up in?  
    There was nothing holding her here.   Her grandparents were gone, her friends were few, and the likelihood of finding a husband was as slim as her tugging a star from the sky. She was tired of being alone, of having no one but herself to come home to. How she yearned to share her troubles, to have someone to eat with, to face each new day with.
    Someone she climbed into bed with each night.  
    “I’ll take you away at first light, if you let me. You need never work in a tavern again or want for anything.   Please, Isabelle, believe.   That’s all you have to do.   I’ll do the rest.”
    The gleam in his eye was one of hope, of anticipation.   He was daring her to trust him.   And before she even knew what she was doing, her soul already accepted his words as truth.
    His arms came up around her.   “Believe.”
    “I don’t think I can.”   She’d seen her reality, lived her reality for too long to do anything else.   The disappointment in his black gaze was like a punch in her stomach.
    She wanted to explain to him, but his nearness jumbled the words.   He confused her, spun her about until she wasn’t sure what was right and what was wrong.   Her body craved him, longed for him.
    And her soul cried out as if had found its other half.
    “You’re the woman I’ve searched for, the woman that I can no’ leave here without.”
    His words sent a sizzle of awareness through her. He lowered his head. His hypnotic eyes held her spellbound. She lifted her hands to his chest, telling herself it was to help keep her balance, but really it was because she wanted to feel him. Even against the coolness of the leather jerkin beneath her hands, she felt the heat of him.
    “Believe me,” he whispered just before his lips touched hers.
    His lips were soft, yet insistent as they nibbled and kissed her mouth. She moaned softly as she let him guide her against his body and his arms wrapped securely around her.   His arms were like bands of steel, his chest an unmovable force.   The kisses became more urgent, deeper with every taste, and Isabelle felt herself awaken, slowly, fully. The fire started to burn, and her body trembled as she ached for more of Lucian.
    Even her hands wanted more of him as they roamed over his thick chest, wide shoulders, and into his dark, silky hair. When his tongue swept into her mouth, she sighed as a rush of pure passion and excitement ran through her.
    In that moment of such exquisite pleasure, she would have promised him anything.
    Lucian knew he couldn't continue to kiss her and remain in control. He was still amazed to find he wanted her as much as he did, yet “want” was mild compared to how he truly felt.   He ached, he hungered.   And only Isabelle would be able to ease him.
    Just touching her was