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his lust between her white thighs. The only thing that stopped him was the frightening knowledge that lust was but a small part of his attraction to Fiona.
    Thorne watched in fascination as Fiona shifted uncomfortably beneath his intense perusal. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
    “How am I looking at you?
    “You’re staring at me like you did that night youfound me bathing in the stream.” She retreated a step but there was nowhere to go.
    Thorne’s gaze did not waver. This was the first time he’d been alone with her since he’d set eyes on her. Despite the fact that nearly thirty men were toiling against the storm a few feet away, and that the wizard was sleeping nearby, he felt as if no one else existed but Fiona.
    “Do you fear me, Fiona?” he asked when he saw her retreat beneath the intensity of his gaze.
    “N-n-nay.”
    “You should. Vikings are the most feared of all men. Many call us crazed savages. Berserkers. Pirates. We are all of those things and more.” He stalked her into a corner. “I could squeeze your scrawny neck with one hand were I of a mind to.”
    He nearly laughed aloud when he saw Fiona raise her pointed little chin in blatant challenge. “What is stopping you?” she asked boldly.
    “Those seductive violet eyes, for one,” Thorne muttered. “If I kill you, I fear I will be damned forever. But I am stronger than you. One way or another I will force you to release me from your spell.” He gave her a hard look. “You are my slave. I can gorge myself on your sweet flesh if it pleases me to do so. Once I am sated, perhaps the spell will be broken and I will be free of your enchantment.”
    “You’re mad! If I were a witch I would never cast a spell upon a Viking, a man universally feared and despised.”
    Thorne’s jaw tightened and his brows drew together in a fierce frown. “I don’t think you despiseme at all, Fiona. I remember the heat of your kiss, the provocative curves of your body. The memory seduces me even in my dreams.”
    To Fiona’s horror, Thorne reached for her, dragging her against his powerful chest. He had removed his mail; she felt the remarkable hardness of sinew and muscles against her softness. The contrast overwhelmed her senses. Then all thought ceased as he grasped a handful of long black hair and pulled her face to his. His mouth came down hard on hers, bruising her lips. She opened her mouth to rage against the indignity and found it filled with his tongue.
    Fiona felt helpless, completely and utterly possessed by this fierce sea raider. The assault upon her emotions stole her breath and sent blood pounding through her veins. She was surprised when she felt his lips soften and gentle; she had expected brutality but found startling pleasure instead. What manner of man was this fierce Viking? Tender one moment and intimidating the next.
    Thorne thrust his loins against her, making her aware of his rampant lust. His staff was fully distended and throbbing. Fiona moaned as his hands slid down to her buttocks, pulling her flush against him. She offered resistance but he quelled it with the sheer strength of his determination. His hands moved upward, skimming her hips, her waist, finally settling on her lush breasts. He molded them in his palms, rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
    Fiona could stand no more of his subtle torture.She grasped a double handful of long blond hair and yanked with all her might. He broke off the kiss with a groan and a curse. She tried to break free of his arms. He was immovable, much stronger than she. A huge, hulking mass of muscle and brawn and tenacity. When he started to lower her to the deck, Fiona protested violently.
    “God help me! Nay, Viking, cease!”
    “You are my slave, Fiona. I will have you now.”
    God must have heard Fiona’s prayer, for the deck heaved beneath them and water washed through to the tent, nearly sweeping them away. Lightning flashed. The wind howled and the