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take him inside, to shed the feeling of disconnection, I rocked backward, inviting him to enter me.
    But he didn’t comply .
    He made me wait.
    And wait some more.
    He whispered the unfamiliar word again. It couldn’t be a real word, not if it was coming from my imagination. But regardless of its validity, it sounded compelling.
    Soon , he was trailing a hand down my spine, a caress so light and feathery, so gentle, it almost made me cry. The rain continued to pound, heightening the ambience.
    He moved my hair off to the side and nibbled the back of my neck . Was that what stallions did to mares?
    And then, finally — finally —he pushed himself inside, and I gasped from the wicked invasion. He penetrated me with powerful thrusts, our coupling flesh-to-flesh. Duncan would’ve never taken that kind of risk. He was always careful to use a condom.
    As he pummeled me with passion, blades of straw poked out of the mattress and scratched my knees. Even the bed creaked, making its harsh presence known.
    The warrior wrapped one of his arms around my waist and reached between my legs. I swayed to the motion of his fingers, my nerve endings going taut.
    While he took control , bending me to his will, I bit down on my bottom lip and moaned.
    I loved Duncan, but I was having sex with a primitive rendition of him, letting him fuck me for the closeness I craved. The need was so deep, so riveting, spasms shook my core.
    I clawed the bed , and we came at the same time, the power of completion ringing hard and heavy in the air.
    In the aftermath, he fell forward, landing on top of me and pushing me flat down. Much too aware of the battle I was waging, my lovelorn heart threatened to explode.
    Fighting the feeling, I prayed for the gift of sanity. Why couldn’t I be a normal person, living a safe and happy life?
    The warrior grunted and lifted himself up, leaving me without the weight of his body pressed against mine. I missed him instantly, wanting him to push me down again.
    I rolled onto my side to face him . He stared at me, giving me a romantic shiver. In return, I gazed longingly at him, with a haunted look, no doubt, reflecting the ache in my heart. He’d warned me not to badger him about breaking the curse, so I kept quiet. But it consumed me nonetheless.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
    “What do you think I’m thinking about?”
    “Keeping Duncan alive.”  He tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. It was a tangled mess from the way he’d run his fingers through it.
    I softly said, “If I wasn’t with him, I could fall for you.”  I wasn’t sure why I admitted that, other than needing to purge the emotional pain.
    He scrutinized me beneath dark-winged brows, shadows playing like rainclouds across his face . “We’re not the same man.”
    “You’re an extension of him.”
    “But I’m not him.”
    That was true . I already knew that. But I was trying so hard to hold on to Duncan, to have a future with him. “What was the word you were whispering earlier?”  Suddenly it mattered. “What does it mean?”
    “Ask Duncan the next time you see him.”
    “He won’t know.”
    “Then ask him to create a meaning for it.”
    “I want you to tell me what it means.”  I wanted this hallucination to count for something. Besides, I knew that Duncan would never make something up.
    But the warrior merely shook his head, refusing to feed my fant asy any more than he already had, leaving me feeling disconnected all over again.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    I awakened to the sound of silence: no rain, no gorgeous man breathing roughly beside me. I did smell coffee, though.
    I sat up and reached for the blanket, covering my nakedness. Then I noticed the warrior. He was seated at the table with a mug in his hand. Beside him was a tin pot that I assumed was the coffee. I also assumed that he’d brewed it over the flame that burned in the fireplace, much in the way he’d cooked the stew.
    “Do you want