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etched into his face, a
face white with emotion.
    A shudder racked his body as she looked at him.
'Rand…?' She half ran to him, and then stopped, not knowing
what he wanted her to do.
She
wanted to go to
him, put her arms around him, and comfort him in any way that he would
let her.
    As he slowly stood up, the magnificence of his body bathed
in the glow of firelight, she knew there was only one way she
could
comfort him tonight, that mere words alone wouldn't be enough.
    She walked farther into the room, stopping a short
distance from Rand, her hands shaking slightly as they moved up to slip
the straps of her nightgown from her shoulders, pushing the material
down over her breasts, the nipples already taut and inviting, the silky
garment becoming a splash of black at her feet as it slid down over her
hips to the carpeted floor. She stepped over it and into Rand's arms.

CHAPTER THREE

    If
anything the anguish on Rand's face had deepened by the time Merlyn
raised her face from pressing feather-light kisses across his chest,
and she pulled away hesitantly.
    'No,' he groaned, holding her close. 'I want your magic
tonight, Merlyn. I
need
it!'
    She could feel the trembling of his body beneath her hands
as they rested lightly on his shoulders, could feel the fierce hardness
of his desire pressing against her stomach, trembling a little herself
as she sensed the force of that desire should it be unleashed.
    'You came to me in the midst of a storm, Merlyn.' He swung
her up into his arms against his chest with little effort. 'Like a
temptress stepping into my darkness.' He placed her gently on the
carpeted floor, away from the shattered glass, but close enough for
them to feel the fire's flames against their nakedness. 'I want to burn
in your fire for just a short while.' He buried his face against the
brightness of her hair. 'Warm me, Merlyn. Make me feel you!'
    The wanting she had experienced when she first met him
hadn't lessened, and yet as she smoothed the tousled hair back from his
brow and opened her mouth to his, it was compassion that warmed her.
She wanted to ease his pain, even if it meant experiencing pain of her
own.
    Their mouths moved moistly together, learning, seeking,
possessing
,
the fierce thrusts of Rand's tongue giving her a pleasure she had never
dreamt of. Rand had forgotten his living nightmare now as he lost
himself to the magic of her body, caressing and knowing every inch of
her, one of his hands protectively cupping the downy softness that
shielded her womanhood. At the same time his head moved down her body
until his mouth closed moistly over the turgid peak of one nipple.
    Merlyn arched her back pleadingly as his mouth released
her to trail moistly down the curve of her breast, gasping her ecstasy
as he claimed the other pouting nipple.
    Every inch of her trembled with need and, although he had
been the one to plead with her, he was now the master, had become the
conqueror without receiving the smallest resistance.
    But Merlyn needed to touch him too, her hands sliding down
the dampness of his back to his buttocks, her nails scraping lightly
across his taut skin, feeling the quiver of his flesh beneath her
caresses, knowing how to please him instinctively.
    She moved determinedly, the aggressor now as Rand lay
beneath her, controlling his entry as she moved on top of him, feeling
the hard swell of him slowly move inside her, hoping he would put this
delay down to an effort on her part to prolong his pleasure. His head
was thrown back, his jaw clenched as she lifted herself up before
lowering herself for a second time.
    'Now, Merlyn,' he gasped his need. 'Don't play any more,
take all of me!'
    She was trying to. God, she was trying to! But she had
never been with a man before tonight!
    Rand felt like velvet against her, and she knew her body
cried out for him, but the barrier of her virginity had to be overcome
first, and it was proving more difficult than she had imagined. The
books described it as a