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she instructed softly. She ached for the touch of his fingers, the sight of him, and that gave him satisfaction. She was already missing him--just as he was missing her.
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We are already bound together in the way of my people. Will you speak vows in the way of yours?" Her blue eyes widened with shock, eyes a man could drown in. Eyes a man could spend eternity staring into. A small, very male smile tugged at his mouth. He had succeeded in shocking her. "Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're propo..
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I can see this is going to take some heavy persuasion." His lips moved over her face like a brand, fastened on her mouth, and rocked the very earth. "No one should be able to kiss like you do," Raven whispered. He kissed her again, tantalizingly sweet, his tongue sliding over hers sensuously, pure magic, pure promise. "Say yes, Raven. Feel how much I need you."
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Say yes, Raven. Feel how much I need you." Mikhail dragged her closer so the hard evidence of his desire was clearly imprinted against her flat stomach. Taking her hand in his, he brought it down to cover the aching bulge and rubbed her palm slowly back and forth across him, tormenting both of them. He opened his mind so she could feel the sharpness of his hunger, the edge to his passion, the flood of warmth and love enveloping her, them. ..
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Of course the most popular area for vampires is in Transylvania, but we have our own stories. All through the Carpathian Mountains there are extraordinary tales. There is a tour, following Jonathan Harker's route to Transylvania. I am sure you would find it most enjoyable." Margaret leaned forward. "Do you believe there is truth to the stories?" "Mrs. Summers." Raven showed her shock. "You don't, do you?" Margaret's face closed down, her li..
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How could so many people over hundreds of years tell such similar stories without some truth to the legend?" "A living corpse?" Raven's eyebrows shot up. "I don't know about the Middle Ages, but I'd notice if dead people started walking around, dragging off children." "There is that," Mikhail agreed."
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I am sorry, little one, that you had to endure such a thing." He carried her into his house and made for the library. Raven could hear soft words in his own language muttered under his breath. He was swearing, and it made her smile. "What does that mean?" He blinked down at her. "Sorry," he muttered. "Literally, 'Shadow take you.' That old woman is evil."
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He was glad he was in the form of a creature, so he couldn't smile. She didn't know what muscle was.
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So just how good a chess player are you?" she challenged impudently. An hour later Mikhail leaned back in his chair to watch her face as she studied the board. She was frowning in concentration, trying to puzzle out his unfamiliar strategy. She could sense that he was leading her into a trap, but she couldn't find it. Raven leaned her chin on the heel of her hand, relaxed, in no hurry. She was patient and thorough and twice had gotten him i..
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You are a cunning devil, aren't you, Mikhail? But I think your cleverness may have gotten you into a bit of trouble." He watched her with hooded eyes. His teeth gleamed white in the firelight. "Did I happen to mention, Miss Whitney, that the last person impertinent enough to beat me at chess was thrown in the dungeon and tortured for thirty years?" "I believe that would have made you about two at the time," she teased, her eyes glued to the..
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Mikhail lazily reached across the board to make his move, saw the dawning comprehension in her eyes. "I believe what we have is checkmate," he said silkily. "I should have known a man who walks in the forest surrounded by wolves would be devious."
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You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled."
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Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can." His black velvet voice was pure seduct..
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Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can."
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I'm not going to sleep with someone I don't know because I'm lonely." He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This." His mouth fastened on hers."
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She didn't see him enter the room, but the flames leapt and danced as if a sudden draft had fed them. She blinked and there he was, tall and handsome, like some hero in a storybook. She smiled at the fantasy. Mikhail wrapped his arm around her shoulders, partially holding her up while she drank. "You really are extraordinary," she murmured, uncertain whether she was dreaming or not. "It is good you think so," he pointed out. "Since I wish t..
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You really are extraordinary," she murmured, uncertain whether she was dreaming or not. "It is good you think so," he pointed out. "Since I wish to spend time with you."
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She couldn't help herself; she reached up to trace that incredible smile with the pad of her finger. Who had a mouth like that? Who had such white, perfect teeth and such beautiful eyes? "You should be pretty with all those lashes," she murmured, still not certain if she was dreaming. "But your face is a little too rugged to be feminine." He caught her fingers and bit gently on them. "I'm thankful for that, at least."
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Perhaps we shouldn't see each other for a few days. I've never been so tired in my life." She tried to give him a gracious way out. Raven looked down at her hands. She wanted to give herself an out, too. She had never felt so close to anyone, so comfortable, as if she had known him forever, yet was terrified that he would take her over. "And I don't think your family was thrilled to see an American with you. We're too...explosive together,"..
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Perhaps we shouldn't see each other for a few days. I've never been so tired in my life." She tried to give him a gracious way out. Raven looked down at her hands. She wanted to give herself an out, too. She had never felt so close to anyone, so comfortable, as if she had known him forever, yet was terrified that he would take her over. "And I don't think your family was thrilled to see an American with you. We're too...explosive together,"..
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Do not try to leave me, Raven." The car drew up in front of the inn. "I hold what is mine, and make no mistake, you are mine."
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You need to sleep untroubled, undisturbed, deeply. What you saw tonight will haunt you if I do not help you." His thumb stroked across her lower lip. "I could remove the memory if you wished." Raven could see he wanted to do it, believed that it would be best for her. She could see it was difficult to ask her to make a decision. "No thank you, Mikhail," she murmured demurely. "I think I'll keep all my memories, good and bad." She kissed his..
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You know, I'm not a porcelain doll. I won't break because I see something I shouldn't. I've chased serial killers before." She smiled at him, her eyes sad. He shackled her wrist in an unbreakable grip. "And it almost destroyed you. Not this time." Her lashes swept down, hiding her expression. "That's not your decision." If others persuaded him to use his talents to chase the insane, evil killers in the world, she would not leave him alone. ..
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You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything." He held her captive a heartbeat longer, his dark, dangerous eyes moving possessively over her fragile face. She was so strong-willed, but then she had to be to do what she did. She was afr..
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He settled on the balcony outside her second-story window and became still, a part of the night, blending for a moment into the very fabric of the building. Her bedchamber was one of the rooms with a light, proclaiming that she was unable to sleep. His dark, burning eyes found her through the clear glass, found her and claimed her.
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Where are my clothes?" He grinned unexpectedly, a perfect male smirk. "I got carried away and ripped your jeans. Just stay with me tonight, and I will get you new clothes tomorrow." "It's nearly morning now," she pointed out, unwilling to lie down with him again. She couldn't lie beside him and not burn for him. "Besides, I want a shower." Before Mikhail had a chance to protest, Raven slid off the bed, wrapped safely in the old-fashioned qu..
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Come on, little one." Mikhail's voice wrapped her in a black-velvet caress. He reached into the glass shower, turned off the water, shackled her wrist, and pulled her from the safety of the large stall. When she shivered, he enveloped her slender body in a towel. Raven wrung out her long hair, a blush stealing over her entire body. Mikhail was so comfortable, unconcerned with his nudity. There was something untamed and magnificent about his..
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I could love you all night, Raven," he murmured enticingly against her throat. His hands moved over her body, leaving fire in their wake. "I want to love you all night." "Isn't that the point? It's dawn." Her hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle with her fingertips, stroking across his hard male form, seeking her own exploration. "Then I will spend the day making love to you."
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It wasn't purely an intellectual question, as she wanted it to be. He sensed he had hurt her in some way, disappointed her. She moved restlessly, as if waiting for her lover. The thought of her with another man enraged him. Feelings after hundreds of years. Sharp, clear, in-focus. Real feelings. That was the stark truth. He was a powerful being, and one responsible for his entire species. Control of such power was essential. He was exhila..
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I will set the safeguards and sleep a few feet above you to ensure your protection," Jacques said softly. He had lost his sister to the assassin; he was not about to lose his brother. He needed the rejuvenating soil himself. Even with Eric and Byron to replenish him, he knew he was still weak and needed the healing sleep. Mikhail lifted an eyebrow. "Five minutes in her company, and you are ready to mutiny." A small, weary smile softened the..
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little one. He put a wealth of love in his summons. Relief.
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You hurt me, Mikhail, really hurt me." "I know, little one, I am sorry. Please forgive me." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Is it really that easy?" His thumb erased a tear trickling down her face. "No, but it is all I have to give you at this moment."
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Say you want me." His mouth moved over her throat, closed over her aching breast. Every strong pull sent an answering rush of liquid heat. "You know I do." She pressed him to her, wound a leg around his. She could barely breathe with her need, clawing at him to get closer, to crawl inside the shelter of his body, his mind, to feel his body in hers, taking possession as he was meant to, to feel his mouth at her breast, dragging her further i..
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Without conscious thought, the words formed in his mind. --You are my lifemate. His ancient language, the sacred words to bind them soul to soul, rose up before he could think, before he could guard against them. He was a Carpathian male, his body buried deep in the body of his lifemate, joined skin to skin. The ferocious hunger would never leave him, and the need to bind them together for all time overwhelmed him. The words poured out of..
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He murmured the words against her temple, his lips brushing her forehead in gentleness, brushing her mind with tenderness. He could feel the curious fragmentation in her mind, as if she had been using her mental capabilities to follow some sick and twisted path. It was as if she had raw, gaping wounds in her mind that needed to heal. She was too worn out from their previous mental battle to fight him. He breathed with her, for her, slow and..
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Raven surfaced through layer after layer of sleep. She felt a little as though she were wading through quicksand. It was sheer outrage that brought her awake, had her sitting up quickly. She was alone in the bedroom. bedroom. His mocking, masculine laughter echoed in her mind. Raven threw the pillow against the wall, wishing she could hit him with it. She had lost another day. What was she becoming? His sex slave? , he mused. , she snap..
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She had inadvertently released the monster. He hoped she was as strong as he believed her to be, because he had no idea what he was capable of anymore. Mikhail closed his eyes against his self-loathing. He had learned centuries ago that there was little point. And this time he didn't want to fight it. This was not simply a strong sexual attraction he felt; it was far more than that. It was something primal, something deep within him calling..
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I'm not moving in with you, Mikhail." The idea was scary. She was a very private person, needing large amounts of time alone. He was the most overwhelming being she had ever encountered. How would she ever be able to sort things out with him so near all the time? His eyebrows shot up. "No? You accepted our ways. We went through the required ritual. In my eyes, the eyes of my people, you are my lifemate, my woman. My wife. Is it the way of t..
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little one. He put a wealth of love in his summons. Relief. It was draining to make the contact, to cover the distance, but he needed it desperately for both their sakes. , she instructed softly. She ached for the touch of his fingers, the sight of him, and that gave him satisfaction. She was already missing him--just as he was missing her. "Mikhail, you are speaking with her," Eric thundered. "You cannot." Jacques waved a dismissing hand..
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In the eyes of my people, in the eyes of God, we are." There was an implacable resolve, a my-word-is-law, in his voice that set her teeth on edge. "What about in my eyes, Mikhail? My beliefs? Do they count for nothing?" she demanded belligerently. "I see the answer in your eyes, feel it in your body. You struggle needlessly, Raven. You know you are mine..." She stood up quickly, pushed the chair out of her way. "I don't belong to anyone, le..
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Stop following me." "Am I not a gentleman, obligated to see his lady home?" "If you laugh at me one more time, I swear I won't be responsible for what I do." Raven became aware of the slinking figures then, the burning eyes following her. Her heart nearly stopped, then began to pound. "Fine!" She whirled around and glared at him. "This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." ..
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Do you play chess? She blinked at the strange question. she echoed. Male amusement could be very annoying. She began to braid her heavy mass of hair. There was something captivating in his voice, mesmerizing. It tugged at her heartstrings, put terror in her mind. It was a clear taunt. She laughed at him, the sound wrapping his body in flames.
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Mikhail, you can't put me in a box or keep me on a shelf." She spoke as gently as she could. "I will not argue over your safety. Earlier, you were alone with a man who thought of forcibly taking you. Any wild animal could have attacked you, and if you had not been under my protection, in his present state, Rand might have harmed you." "None of those things happened, Mikhail." In spite of herself, she touched his jaw with gentle, placating f..
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His eyes closed, savoring the feel of her body against his, the fact that he could want her with such intensity. He held her, wanting her, needing her, burning for her, not even understanding how such a firestorm could consume him. Reluctantly he lifted his head, his body raging at him. "Let us go home, Raven." His voice was pure seduction. A slow smile curved her soft mouth. "I don't think it's safe. You're the kind of man my mother warned..
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