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| 2aca3b1 | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 06ae750 | You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0c815be | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| d753f12 | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7c864a0 | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 552adc4 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 49886ac | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 1d3e4c4 | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 2861352 | 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,".. | Christine Feehan | ||
| cc7f960 | 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,".. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 87cd2aa | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0c4eb90 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 72c9498 | 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. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 28d4dcf | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7dc4260 | 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. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 90fb843 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7d3ebc8 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 09ae9b5 | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7635c15 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 103f880 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 4598aaf | little one. He put a wealth of love in his summons. Relief. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c6dc55b | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8b04744 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9f04f0a | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 203b258 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 1eb751a | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 014d3dc | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 728328c | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8169255 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 23468ff | others, the story losing | Ian W. Toll | ||
| 9b6a31e | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7eff29f | 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." .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| b4353f7 | 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. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 87ae62e | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 67ba4c8 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 098f7a0 | 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 me about." | Christine Feehan | ||
| cab7b19 | Jacob wasn't going to hurt me," she denied suddenly. "I would have known." "You were not touching him, little one, and it was lucky for him." "He's certainly capable of violence. It's always hard to miss violence." She flashed him her mischievous smile. "It clings to you like a second skin." He tugged at her thick braid in retaliation for her teasing." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7e6c1e6 | Accept your nature, Mikhail. Accept yourself as you are." Mikhail's laughter was bitter. "Everything is so clear to you. You say I am one of God's children. I have purpose, I should accept my nature. My nature is to take what I believe is mine, hold it, protect it. Chain it to my side if necessary. I cannot let her go. I cannot. She is like the wind, open and free. If I caged the wind, would it die?" "Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it t.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7516dd5 | It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her. She responded far better when he thought to ask. He had been too long accustomed to obedience from all those under his protection. He had to remember that she was mortal, raised in a different time, with differ.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| bb3e493 | You're certain he's alive?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, just when she was so proud of herself for appearing normal. "Absolutely, child. He gave me the impression that he would be gone this day until nightfall without the usual means of contacting him." He grinned at her, a conspirator's grin. "Personally, I use his pager. He has to be close for it to work, but it's a thrill when it does. Gadgets fascinate me almost as.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0d620cd | He finished as he did everything, carefully, completely. That was why he was the oldest and most formidable. He paid attention to the smallest of details. He walked with them for a few more minutes, ensuring that they were all fine, before leaving them with a casual wave and a feeling of friendship. Mikhail turned away from them, the smile fading from his lips. The night concealed the hunter in him, the dark, terrible purpose in his eyes, t.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 3b27c21 | His mind reached out for Raven's, craving the contact. Her soft laugher filled his utter coldness with warmth. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6d15362 | His mind reached out for Raven's, craving the contact. Her soft laugher filled his utter coldness with warmth. This time her response sent fingers playing over his skin, touching him intimately, heating his body. Warmth, laughter. He hated being away from her, hated the distance separating them. She was teasing, but the thought of anyone approaching his home with her alone and unprotected made a sliver of fear slice through him. It was a.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| fec0d8c | Raven, come here to me, please. I am weak and it would take most of my strength to come to you." There was gentleness in his voice, an honesty she found heartbreaking. She closed her eyes against the power in his voice, the soft caressing tone that rubbed sensuously like black velvet over her skin and crawled into her body, wrapping itself around her heart. "Not this time, Mikhail. We not only live in two different worlds, we have two separ.. | Christine Feehan |