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exchange for gold.
    “A kiss then, if I must,” Anja said softly. “If it will save me from Werner…” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Waited.
    There was a feather light pressure as his lips brushed hers. Once. Twice. She opened her eyes, expecting that to be the end of it, expecting her desire would now be sated. Instead, Tillz dropped his hand from her arm, brought it around her back to join the other one, pressed her closer to him, and her desire flared even stronger. She brought her hands up to his chest, touched the hard planes of muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt.
    Tillz looked at her, a questioning expression on his face. Her heavy lidded gaze must have given the permission he sought, and he brought his lips to hers once again. This time he tasted her fully. He drank from her like a man lost in the desert, dying of thirst, stumbling upon an oasis. Anja instinctively opened her mouth, allowing him access, and his tongue swept inside, brushing against hers.
    Anja whimpered.
    She trembled from the riot of sensations coursing through her body. She was no longer aware of her arms or legs; her entire sense of touch was concentrated at her lips where Tillz teased and pulled and nipped. At her back, where his hands were hot against her. At her breasts, where the tips of her nipples grazed his chest and they hardened at the touch.
    Tillz pulled back slightly, though he held her still. They were both panting. He pulled back yet more, and she knew he meant to break contact with her completely. She had done what he’d asked, she’d kissed him, and now he would give her the gold and leave the cottage.
    Leave her .
    Forever.
    She couldn’t bear the thought, though she was at a complete loss to explain why. She knew nothing of the man, save his name and his willingness to help an utter stranger, but she did know she didn’t want him to leave just yet. She wanted just a little more time with him. She wanted to know who he was, why he was there, and she wanted to further explore why he had such an overwhelming effect on her. He intrigued her, this guarded stranger who appeared suddenly in her barred prison, and she wanted a chance to unlock his mystery.
    Anja clutched his arms, preventing any further retreat. “Stay,” she whispered.
    “I … cannot,” Tillz said, his voice low and husky. “I should never have asked you to … to… It’s unconscionable to treat you in this manner, as though you were a common—” Tillz broke off, relaxed his grip on her. “Forgive me.”
    “Stay,” Anja repeated.
    “Anja, I cannot, it’s madness … the temptation…”
    Anja knew he was right. The two of them, standing in the cottage, kissing—it was utter madness. Yet she didn’t care. She wanted more time with this stranger, to learn his every secret and perhaps taste him just once more. She didn’t know how to explain that to him, though, couldn’t come up with the correct combination of words that would make her desire sound rational and sane.
    Anja decided she would show him instead. Slowly, timidly, she leaned into him, kissing him ever so softly on his collarbone. There was a subtle shift in his stance, and she knew he held himself back, trying to keep himself under control. She laid her hand upon his chest, touched the warm, hard muscle beneath his shirt, placed light kisses along his cheek.
    Tillz was tense, every muscle was clenched, but when Anja heard him growl low in his throat, she knew he had given up the battle.
    “You are so beautiful,” Tillz said, as if he was in awe of her. “You… I … I’ve gone mad,” he said.
    Anja knew what he meant. There was a strange, powerful current between them—something that had made them both lose their heads and drown in desire, want, need. Anja never wanted to surface.
    He brought one hand up into her hair, pulling her head back gently to expose her neck. He pressed his lips to her check, burned a trail down her flesh, kissed the sensitive skin in