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wizard.
    He gazed into her eyes then and ran a gentle finger along her jaw. “You are beautiful.”
    Rachel leaned into his hand, her body’s wants and needs taking over. “No, I’m not, but it’s nice to hear you say it. Still…I have to hear your story first. Please continue.”
    He withdrew his hand. “Yes, I am a wizard. I was trained by Merlin himself.”
    “So he did exist?” Her hand wandered to his thigh, rubbing up and down, as she felt her control slipping.
    “Umm…that feels good…Did Nora sprinkle any dust on you while you were on the outside?” His apologetic tone did little to dampen her desire.
    “I don’t think so but I really wasn’t paying attention. She buzzed me a lot.”
    Dewin frowned and looked over her shoulder toward the fairy now sitting on a high shelf. “Nora, did you sprinkle Rachel?”
    She turned, watching the small light bob up and down in the farthest corner of the chamber. “I guess she did then. So what does being sprinkled with fairy dust do?”
    “This.”
    His mouth swooped down to kiss her deeply. His kiss was extraordinary as he tugged on her lower lip with gentle nibbles. She leaned into him and snaked her tongue into his mouth, trying to elicit a response from him. She was rewarded with his tongue coming together with hers to war for supremacy. Deliberately, she pulled herself from the ever-enticing ritual.
    Rachel gulped in a few deep breaths, her hand holding him at bay. “Okay…we’ve established that fairy dust heightens one’s sexual response. Is that all it does?”
    He pulled up from kissing her neck, his large hand caressed her face. “No, the dust has a lot of magical properties. We will have to complete what we start. I hope you do not mind…it has been a long time for me. The fairy dust makes our lust palpable, like a living thing until the need is fulfilled we can do little else. Not doing so will only lead to torment everlasting.”
    While she looked at him, his eyes darkened. Leaning in, she gave him a quick peck on the mouth without lingering. It was hard for her to stop as she wanted to learn every aspect of this man’s body. Yet, she needed to know just why she was here. “I don’t mind at all, but I need to know more first.” She ran her hands up his arms and was rewarded with a shiver.
    He closed his eyes as if to still his wants, his desires. “You will have to stop doing that if you want me to tell you anything.”
    She looked around the room to see if there were any place else to sit and didn’t find another. “It’s going to be hard since we’re both on the couch.”
    He lifted his hands from her. “I will try to restrain myself. Promise.”
    The corners of her mouth lifted and she chuckled. “I think we better be quick before our resolve fades.”
    “Agreed.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest.
    “So, we’ve established that you were trained by Merlin. Then why are you here?” It took everything in her not to reach out to touch his body.
    Dewin inched closer. “I believe the man wanted to punish me.”
    “Punish you? Why?” Rachel leaned back to observe the wizard sitting next to her.
    “I was very good at what I did. So good that I had the ire of Morgaine and her son, Modred, thrust upon me.” His shoulders dipped in apparent defeat, as if remembering some wrong he’d done.
    “Wasn’t Modred Arthur’s son as well?”
    He looked quite shocked as if she had touched upon a previously unknown secret. “I suppose he was. Only Merlin ever knew for sure. Arthur had three sisters and Modred was Morgawse’s son for sure.” He gave her a wry smile. “Morgawse is the same person as Morgaine. Now she’s sometimes called Morgan le Fay as well, according to you and Nora.” He paused as if to sift through fact and myth. “I never could get Merlin to tell me the whole truth of it. Arthur considered him to be more of a nephew than a son, especially when Morgaine brought the boy up to hate him.”
    Rachel