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nor your whore.” She renewed her struggles and shrieked, “Let go of me.”
    His grip loosened slightly, and she felt the warmth of his breath as his head dipped close to hers. His hand swept the length of her torso and then gently caressed her cheek.
    “I know I need to let go of you,” he whispered. “I know that I am disgracing you as well as myself, but I cannot bring myself to do so.”
    She met his smoldering gaze. His lips were but a whisper away from hers. Try as she might, she could not take a deep breath. Her quick, shallow breathing was unnerving. And then as he pressed her body into his, her breathing was forgotten completely as was the cold water that encircled them, the crash of the waves, and the call of the birds. All she was aware of was his eyes, the closeness of his mouth, and the racing of her heart. He slowly lowered his lips, taking possession of the soft skin just below her ear. She closed her eyes, feeling a strange heat at the place where his lips had been. His hot kisses trailed down the length of her neck. The heat spread like languid fire throughout her body.
    She had never felt the strength of a man’s hands on her skin. Nor had she ever known the tenderness of a kiss. Her breathing quickened. Her body felt like it was swelling, preparing to burst, and she liked it. She pressed herself closer and felt the crushing strength of his muscles as her fingers explored his form. Her hands swept down his powerful arms, sliding over muscled ridges. And then they traveled down past his lean waist to stroke the length of his hard thigh, but instead of smooth, wet skin, her fingers touched something cold and sharp.
    Her eyes snapped open, and her senses returned with a strength that would have knocked her over had it not been for the water and the support of his caressing hands.
    Mother of all, what spell was this?
    He was even more dangerous than she first imagined, for he could control her thoughts and her body. She had to break away from his embrace. Her hand returned to his thigh, only this time she had no intention of stroking his skin. She seized his dirk from its sheath and with a practiced hand she thrust the pointed end of the blade beneath his chin. She smiled ruefully at the small droplet of blood that appeared beneath the dagger’s point.
    “You keep your blade sharp. I thank you for this kindness.”
    His eyes darkened and narrowed as his stare grew menacing. She faltered only for a moment but long enough for him to seize her hand and snatch the knife from her grasp. He pushed her from him, and she watched as his strong arms effortlessly pulled his large frame from the water. The muscles that rippled along his legs and across his back and shoulders shone in the sun. He turned to face her, and she saw golden brown hair wet and slick across his bronzed chest as it tapered in a line down his hard, flat stomach and further still. Shoney jerked her head away as crimsoned heat covered her face.
     “Do not play at being the lamb when just moments ago you nearly slit my throat”, he said.
    “I was simply trying to break free from that stronghold you call a body”, she snapped.
    Shoney blushed again when she remembered what transpired between them before she made the play for his dirk. Her mother warned her about the lustful appetites of men, but what of her own hunger? She hung her head in shame and told him to look away so that she could get out of the water.
    “Am I not to have the same opportunity to feast my eyes on your lovely form as you have done mine?”
    “Turn away, and stop looking at me like that”, She insisted.
    As soon as he faced away, she swam to the opposite side of the pool where she had left her clothing and leapt out of the water. She donned her white linen kirtle and faded gray tunic, which she quickly belted before she fastened her cloak in place. She turned to face him and defiantly returned his glare. They were on opposite sides of the pool, and she had the