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in her ears as she searched the vegetation for him, reaching through the vines
    and ferns and darkness.
    She stilled.
    There was a silhouette, unlike a tree, yet vigorous and towering, positioned a few feet
    away from her.
    “Black Hawk?”
    The shadow shifted.
    Sophia’s pulses danced. She made no effort to ease her pounding heartbeat or cool her
    hot, throbbing blood. She trembled as he approached her with slow, leggy gaits.
    “What are you doing here, Black Hawk?”
    He settled beside her, a thick wal of muscle. She inhaled the rich scent of his
    masculine musk, the salty sea in his hair. She fisted her fingers to keep her hands at her
    sides, she was so tempted to touch him, taste him. But she didn’t want to share another
    doomed kiss with the man. She didn’t want to engage in another teasing, unfulfil ing tryst.
    “I heard the music,” he said quietly. “I followed it.”
    She gathered her breath, her wits. “Father isn’t here.”
    “I’m not looking for your father.”
    Softly he stroked her cheek. She shivered with delight to feel his warm finger caress her
    balmy skin. He possessed enough strength in his one finger to arouse her senses and
    make her weak in the knees.
    “You dance beautifully,” he praised.
    He brushed the long appendage across her lips, trembling with need, making the blood
    pound in her skul .
    She opened her mouth and kissed his finger to ease the pressure growing in her head,
    but he moved his finger deeper into her mouth, and she whimpered with even greater
    longing as he rubbed her tongue in sensual ministrations.
    “So beautifully.”
    He bussed her top lip, his finger still in her mouth, quivering. She tasted the briny
    sweat, the need stemming from him.
    “Dance with me, Sophia.”
    The man’s sultry words of desire rolled across her spine, making her toes quiver. The
    taste of him in her mouth, the energy emanating from his stalwart torso poisoned her
    cries of protest.
    He removed his finger from her mouth and cupped her cheeks.
    Sophia sighed as he slowly rocked his hips in step to the music. She closed her eyes and
    wrapped her fingers around his midriff, matching his thrusts and undulations.
    Their bodies moved as one, lilting to the melody. She pressed her breasts against his
    wide chest, seeking warmth and comfort. She listened to the man’s deep, even breaths.
    She matched his heartbeat, too. Soon they were a single being. Alone in the dark.
    Dancing.
    “Sweet, Sophia.”
    Sophia shivered as he exhaled, his breath stirring her locks in a whimsical fashion. She
    had no words. He enveloped her completely: body and mind. And she slipped deeper into
    the man’s embrace, her flesh covered with goose bumps.
    “I want you,” he whispered.
    The blood in her veins burned, her belly ached. There was a profound need budding in
    her womb. It pulsed and pleaded with her for surcease. And she sensed that the black
    devil would give her the succor she craved, that he would strip the chains holding her
    captive and let her spirit run wild and free.
    He bussed her brow, leaving a warm mark between her eyes, the imprint of his lips. He
    kissed her nose next, still keeping her features pressed between his large palms.
    “I’m going to move deep inside you.” He licked her lips. “I’m going to make you
    scream with pleasure.”
    Sophia gasped for air. She parted her lashes and gazed into the dark and smoldering
    pools of his commanding eyes. The distant firelight reflected in the black orbs. She
    peered deep into his soul and shuddered at the welcoming warmth she sensed, pulling her
    closer, even deeper into his heart.
    “Are you a virgin?” he said quietly.
    “No.”
    “Good.”
    The salacious hunger pains in her belly growled. She clasped his wrists, starving for
    more intimate contact. However, she wanted to be sure he really desired to be with her,
    and she cut him a venomous stare. “If you walk away from me again…”
    “I won’t, sweetheart.”
    The low,