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beautiful.”  
    Many men had told her she was pretty, but no one had meant it as Sorin did. Being this close to him, having his arms around her, made her hunger for him.   She yearned to kiss him. Not the chaste kisses her beaux had put upon her cheek, but a kiss of passion and desire. A kiss that one lover gave to another.  
    The air closed in around her. Sorin’s face was in shadows, hiding his emotions. And just when she was about to step out of his embrace, one of his hands moved to her neck, urging her forward.  
    Her lips parted and her breathing quickened. Her skin tingled in anticipation, her heartbeat accelerated, and for the first time in her life, she felt like a woman. His head lowered toward hers, and beneath her palm, she felt his heart race.  
    Then his lips touched hers.  
    Soft, seductive...and too tempting to resist, Katrina’s mouth moved against his. A groan vibrated his chest and his hands pulled her closer, crushing her against him. His lips kissed, licked and nipped hers, making her yearn for more, to feel more of him.  
    When his hand braced against the back of her head and his mouth slanted over hers, she wrapped her arms around him. Slowly, his tongue ran over her lips. Her lips parted, and as soon as they did, Sorin’s tongue delved into her mouth, touching his tongue against hers. It was the most erotic thing she had ever felt.  
    And she wanted more.  
    As he increased the kiss, she followed his example, giving as much as he gave her until her body began to hum with a desire she had never thought to feel.   But it terrified her this irresistible desire, this tangible need.  
    Katrina broke the kiss and stepped away from him. She used the wall at her back to keep her upright as she gently touched her lips. They felt swollen, just as her breasts did.  
    “Katrina?”  
    His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent chills racing over her heated skin.  
    “Are you a magician that you’ve cast a spell over my body?”  
    His head swiveled slowly side to side. “Nay. I’m a man, a man who’s found his mate. The desire you feel will grow with each hour we’re together until you can no’ deny it.”  
    Just then a throb of longing pulsed between her legs. Katrina gasped and squeezed them together, but it only made the sensation return.  
    “Doona fight it,” Sorin whispered. “Let me show you how wonderful our joining can be.”  
    She wanted nothing more than to go to him, to take his outstretched hand and lean against his strength. But the longing in her own body kept her rooted against the wall.  
    She watched him as he moved to her. His hand brushed her face, moving a lock of hair behind her ear. The heat of him, his seductive scent drove her wild. What was happening to her? It was if her body wasn’t her own, her mind wasn’t her own.  
    For all she wanted, all she cared about was Sorin, of feeling his lips on hers again, of his hands on her body.  
    And suddenly, she was in his arms. His body pressed her against the wall as his mouth took hers in a fierce kiss that ravaged her like a thief.   But instead of making her fear him, it only made her want him more.  
    Katrina slid her arms around his neck to hold him against her. She heard him moan and a thrill went through her. His body was hard and hot, much like his arousal pressed against her stomach.   He was fire and rock, passion and strength.
    Intensity and need.
    Sorin couldn’t get enough of her sweet, intoxicating mouth. Drinking from those plump lips was like drinking the most delightful wine. He’d never get enough of her mouth or of hearing her soft moans as she gave into the desire running through her.  
    It hadn’t been his intention to seduce Katrina that night, but now that he had begun, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. His father had warned him that the lust would be great, but Sorin hadn’t expected it to override everything.  
    He turned them and slowly backed her to the bed. Her