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laugh was taunting.
    She wet her lips with her tongue once again, lowered her scrutiny to his crotch, and then lifted her gaze
    to his lips before she slipped her pink tongue inside her mouth. "You seem worried, Conar. Do you
    doubt your loyalty to your woman?"
    He felt the ghostly mouth release him and he staggered, both relieved and disappointed. He shook his
    head, moving away. He stumbled against a tree root protruding from the frozen ground and almost fell.
    He put up a hand to keep her at bay. "I want you to leave. Now." His voice was thick with some fierce
    emotion he could not understand. "Keep away from me."
    "You want no such thing, Conar. You would like nothing better than to have me stay."
    "I want you gone." He could feel his groin throbbing with desire and he whimpered, not understanding
    what was happening. How could he feel this way? What was she doing to him?
    The woman’s lips stretched into the most seductive invitation he had ever seen. The dark eyes blazed
    with an inner fire that seemed to melt the snow around them and he felt sweat forming on his face. "What
    you want, I can give you. Let me give you what you want, McGregor." She ran her hands down the sleek
    sides of her gown, brought them up to cup the ripe fullness of her breasts. Her hands swirled over the
    bodice, lifting, separating, and squeezing together the firm mounds. "Would you not like to touch me,
    Conar?"
    "No!" His expression of denial was loud and fearful, but he also knew passion, unholy and relentless,
    blazed over his sweating face.
    "Oh, but you would. I can see the need in you, sweet Prince. I can smell the need seeping from you."
    Conar groaned, feeling his manhood leap at her words, his juices oozing from the swollen tip. What
    manner of woman was she that even her mere words, spoken in such a way, could make him hot with a
    need he dare not quench? A need he wanted more than anything this side of paradise to resist? A need
    darker than any he had ever experienced?
    "Touch me, Conar," she commanded. "Put your hands on my flesh." She took a few steps closer,
    encouraged when he did not move away. "Put your hands on flesh that is warm and firm. Run your
    fingers over my nipples; dip them into the very essence of me."
    His eyes widened with sheer terror. Her words were doing things to his body that should not be
    happening. He felt hot, he felt such sexual tension mounting in his body, he feared he would unman
    himself before her. There was actual physical pain between his legs, a desire building that brought with it
    a wicked craving that made his blood boil and his manhood ooze with excitement.
    "Leave me alone," he pleaded, his voice no longer sure, no longer firm. He was on fire with a yearning he
    neither wanted nor could ignore. "Go away!"
    "I think not, sweet Prince." She licked her lip again, letting the slick flesh move slowly, enticingly, wetly
    over her mouth. "I want you."
    "Keep away from me!" he gasped, his knees weakening.
    "No," she answered, her lips coming together in a moue of denial. "You want me, too, McGregor. Admit
    it."
    "I want no such thing!"
    "You want me. Your manhood throbs with the need to plunge deep within this body."
    "No!"
    She smiled and his entire being melted, his very flesh so hot he imagined he could feel the snow sizzling
    on his bare shoulders as it lit upon him. His need grew so great he could barely move. He ached. He hurt.
    He needed.
    "I am yours for the taking, Conar McGregor," she cooed. "To do with as you will. To use as you
    desire."
    He had to force his gaze from her shiny lips. He backed away as she took a step closer. His heart
    hammered in his chest and he felt the bulge straining between his legs. It was a sharp, unbearable need,
    overpowering and insistent. He hovered between heat and icy chill as his body struggled with his honor
    and his heart.
    "I want you gone," he managed to say, his breath coming in shallow spurts. He backed up until he felt the
    cold stab of the