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That someone could hurt her like that, so casually, not even knowing or caring.
Instead of his body taking hers, he pictured another man. She had come here for rest, to clear the stench of evil from her mind, to feel clean and whole again. She was small-boned, curvy, tiny waist and a wealth of raven hair tumbling down her back to draw attention to her rounded bottom.
Not the mild physical attraction he had felt as a fledging, but a savage, demanding relentless ache. A white lace gown clung to her skin, hugged her high, full breasts, and bared the line of her throat, her creamy shoulders. Power always needed control. Instinctively Raven moved toward him. And this man was a thousand times more powerful than she. Raven Whitney fought the thick fog forcing her eyes closed, making her body heavy. She would not get away from him. It was the lightest caress, but she felt it down to her toes.
He went utterly still. But just as fate unexpectedly brings these life mates together, malevolent forces threaten to destroy them and their fragile love. Wealthy, and very, very arrogant. Mikhail had not felt anything in centuries, his body had not wanted a woman in hundreds of years. He could no longer bear it. His voice was black velvet, a weapon in itself.
He turned his face up to the heavens reverently in thanks. She had never met anyone like herself before.
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She didn’t know what muscle was. He couldn’t bear to touch another woman’s flesh. How it felt to be different. No man had the right to put his hand on Mikhail’s woman and hurt her as that human had done. You could have killed him. His face was that of an angel or devil, strength and power, a sensual mouth that hinted at cruelty, his hooded eyes were black obsidian, black ice, pure black magic.
Chhristine knew what she felt, the price she paid for her gift. The sheer joy of feeling after centuries of enduring no emotion was beyond measure. In the protection of his home he paced with a long forgotten restless energy. Raven felt the force of his anger.
She was already on overload, she would not be able to take the overpowering emotions radiating from him. Authentication ends osciro about 15 minutues of inactivity, or when you explicitly choose to end it. Her body was her own again, moving lightly and fluidly, obeying her instructions.
She could use charm to beg a ride from someone but that meant being in the small confines of a car for an extended period of time. The pounding on her door christlne the deep layers of sleep. But it was his all-consuming rage that sent needles shooting through her head, hammers beating.
I’m sorry I intruded. She read the train schedule in dismay. Her heart nearly stopped. His mind was filled with pictures of her, with erotic taunting ;rincipe.
She forced her mind to go blank, to be a slate wiped clean. I thought you might like to talk. The Carpathians are immortal warriors and Vladimir Dubrinsky is their leader.
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Deliberately, to show her what she was dealing with, his palm found the inside of her thigh, stroked, caressed. Mikhail reveled in the power of flight, the wind rushing against his body, the night air speaking feehwn him, whispering secrets, carrying the scent of game, of man.