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arrive in Bardannia.”
    Her gaze snapped to his, hot with defiance he didn’t expect.
She planted her hands on her hips. “You’re as commanding as you are arrogant.”
    Shadows from the fire danced over her and her beauty and
strength did him in. When had he last met a woman who challenged him? He
couldn’t remember. Her contrast of feminine modesty and hard-nosed
determination drew him.
    He stood and stalked toward her, knowing he wouldn’t sleep
unless he did one thing. He stopped in front of her but she didn’t flinch or
move away. Another challenge that fired his blood. His cock rose and he knew if
she looked closely enough she’d see the evidence.
    “Are you complaining or complimenting me?” he asked.
    “Complaining.” Her voice was soft…almost trembling. She
looked up and met his gaze.
    Eryk noted her caution. The warrior in him liked her soft,
wanted her compliant to whatever he did next. The honor in him demanded he back
away.
    He compromised. “There is something potent between us,
pretty one.”
    Alarm brightened her eyes. “You imagine things.”
    He smiled and leaned in until he could press a soft, barely
there kiss just on the left side of her neck. She drew in a sharp breath. Oh
Draconus. Yes, that was good.
    “Daryk Ones know when a woman wants them. When she needs
them to slake desire. I’d always heard Magonian women are dry vessels with no
passion. I can see that isn’t true in your case, Mia. There is heat inside you.
When you want me to show you pleasure, let me know.”
    He drew in a deep breath and allowed his gaze to take in her
body and felt the raging need rise higher within. She stood as still as an
animal hiding from a hunter. Mia trembled on the brink of a discovery she
feared as much as she longed to experience. How he knew this, he didn’t
understand. He wondered if it was wishful thinking, if he wanted her so much he
was willing to create things in his own mind that didn’t exist.
    Her female scent rose until Eryk burned inside to take her.
He clenched his fists. Whether she understood it or not, she was wet for him.
He whispered close to her ear, “Your beauty ensnares me and makes me want
things. I ache with it.”
    He gently brushed his fingers over her cheek and her eyes
went wide and her lips parted. Her cheeks flushed.
    “There,” he said. “Feel that?”
    “No.” But her words were breathless.
    “Perhaps you’d like but a taste of what I could give you.”
His own breathing picked up speed and his cock was as hard as rock.
    He cupped her face in his palms and leaned into her. She
gasped again and trembled. When she didn’t pull away he dared to brush his lips
over hers. Her trembling increased but he kept his touch so light he could
barely feel her moist mouth under his. He sipped for but a second in time.
    A raging need gathered force in his groin and the power
within it drove his restraint to the brink. He’d never force a woman and he
didn’t want to frighten her. He drew back before he could go further than he
meant to. Eryk half expected her to protest, to scream and run from him.
Instead she stayed immobile.
    “I won’t touch you again tonight. You can sleep on the
bedroll without fear. I’m a Daryk One and do not harm women nor take anything
from them they are unwilling to give.”
    Anger poured into her eyes but it made his desire grow
rather than dimish.
    “You are delusional,” she said with low scorn.
    Ah, sweet Mia. You are angry with yourself for feeling
something.
    “You want me. I can feel it. And you’ll surrender to me one
day, I swear it.”
    As he turned and walked back to the pallet, he also
trembled. Why had he spoken to her that way? How could he want a Magonian? It
shamed him as much as it burned inside him with undeniable truth.

Chapter Two
     
    Mia stared down at the sleeping Eryk as he lay on the
bedroll beside her, face less fierce in sleep but with an edge she couldn’t
deny. Remembering the way he’d nuzzled her