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“Stop! I wanted you just as much as you wanted me. Why can’t you believe that?”

Duncan’s laugh was as rough as his eyes were bleak.

“Why? Because I’ve never wanted a woman like that. I didn’t even know such passion was in me! How could an innocent feel anything close to it?”

“Duncan,” Amber said, kissing his chin. “When I touch you,I feel what you feel.”

Her teeth closed delicately on his neck.

“Dear God, yes,” she whispered. “Ifeelyour breath break even as I hear it. Ifeelyour heartbeat speed. Ifeelyour blood rushing and quickening your flesh, making you ready to lie within me.”

With a groan, Duncan pushed away the fine cowl that framed Amber’s face. He fitted his hands against Amber’s cheeks, savoring the smooth, soft heat of her skin.

The leap of his hunger was like wine to Amber. While she shivered beneath the claiming of his hands, her soft words incited him, pouring fire over him even as the heat of his desire poured over her.

“I can feel your hunger gathering like a storm,” she whispered. “I can’t feel the sword emerging from its sheath, but I can senseyoufeeling your own maleness sweep through you.”

“Amber,” Duncan said hoarsely.

“And I can feel my own body crying out to know the sweet stabbing of the sword within the sheath.”

“No more, witch,” Duncan said heavily. “You have me full to bursting already.”

“I know.”

A look into the golden fire of Amber’s eyes told Duncan that she did indeed know what her words had done to him.

And she liked it.

“Can I undo you with only my words?” Amber asked.

The combination of curiosity and sensuality in her eyes almost pushed Duncan over the edge.

“Enough,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Why?”

“’Tis unseemly for a man to lose control.”

“Even in the marriage bed?”

“We’re not in bed,” he retorted.

“Aye. And you have no intention of lying there with me, do you?”

“’Tis too soon.”

“’Tis a great pot of slops!” Amber retorted. “Well, sir, if you won’t take me, I shall just have to take you.”

Duncan gave Amber a shocked look. Then he laughed at the thought of such a slender girl physically besting a man of his size and strength.

“Are you going to hold me down and ravish me, little fairy?”

“I don’t think you would lie still for it.”

“Not tonight,” he agreed. “But the thought appeals.”

“’Tis deeds I want, not thoughts. As I am weaker than you, I must use the only weapon I have to ravish you.”