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yield, all ye will do is take. It is the nature of a man.” She tried to gently
     push his arm away from her, but he held firm. “I lack a submissive nature, Saer. It
     might amuse ye now, but ye will lose patience with me in time.”
    “Do ye hear the difference in me tone, Nareen?” He kissed the shell of her ear. “Listen
     to me and learn the difference between a man who knows pleasure should be shared,
     nae just taken.”
    He stroked lower, across skin she’d never realized was so sensitive. Beneath his fingertips,
     her flesh was humming with appreciation. Goose bumps spread down her torso until her
     nipples puckered once again.
    “Ye are using words to dull me wits.” She stretched her neck away from his hand. “To
     confuse.”
    “Perhaps I am trying to prove me worth.” He stroked her neck again, this time all
     the way up to her chin, where his hand cupped her jaw. It was a slow motion, one that
     drew a gasp from her as sensation went thundering through her.
    A pleasurable sensation, without a doubt.
    There was no lying to herself.
    He turned her face so she might see his eyes. “I prefer it this way, lass, for I have
     never been a man to be taken at merely me word.” His eyes closed to mere slits. “Showing
     ye is going to be me pleasure.” His lips curved, setting off a coil of excitement
     in her belly. “It will be yers too.”
    She jerked her face away, unable to remain still with his gaze boring into hers. He
     saw too much. Noticed too many things she needed to keep hidden. She might bear it,
     so long as no one witnessed the ugliness.
    “I…cannae.” The words were a plea. A tear escaped as the words made it past her resolve
     to remain strong. “Release me, please.”
    “That would be an unkind thing.”
    There was a solidness in his tone that made her heart accelerate. She battled the
     wave of panic trying to crest as he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. The
     contact was jarring. She jerked, so tightly wound with anticipation. With all of her
     senses heightened, the impact of that gentle touch was extreme.
    Her skin hummed with approval and begged for more.
    Saer didn’t disappoint her either. He trailed kisses along the column of her throat,
     making a slow progress that drove her mad with longing. She found herself stretching
     her neck out for him, making certain he missed none of the tender flesh where her
     neck and collarbone met.
    “That is the way, lass…”
    His voice was merely a whisper. In the darkened hallway, with the sunlight blocked
     by the walls of the doorway, she was almost sure she had fallen into some sort of
     enchantment.
    Except Saer was solid behind her. Everything about him was hard, but for some reason,
     she found it enticing. She lowered her chin, trying to force herself to open her eyes
     wide.
    “Nae, lass, we are just beginning.”
    He cupped her jaw and raised her chin until she was leaning her head back against
     his powerful shoulder.
    “And I am eager to show ye how a man honors the trust granted to him by a lass.”
    “Honors?”
    She didn’t realize she’d spoken until his chest rumbled behind her. But it wasn’t
     amusement. It was a deep, low growl that reminded her of just how powerful a creature
     he was.
    “Aye,” he confirmed before tracing the surface of her lower lip with his finger. She
     was suddenly trembling with the need to feel his kiss. The delicate surface of her
     lips tingled. She moved against him in purely instinctual motion.
    She didn’t understand it, but it felt good.
    She moved again, and Saer did too. Rolling his body from side to side and pressing
     against her, he slid his hand over her eyes, blocking out the daylight and leaving
     her sinking into the sensation her body was experiencing.
    “Feel, lass. Do naught but feel.”
    She reached for his arm, eager to do as he commanded. With his shirt tied up to the
     shoulders, there was nothing to separate her from his warm flesh. His forearm