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hardened nipple.   She squeezed her legs together and cried out from the sheer pleasure of it.
    “I want you,” he whispered thickly.   “I want to strip you bare and spend the night loving you.”
    “Yes,” she said, hoping, praying he did exactly as he wanted.   He had to cool the fire within her.   It was scorching her with its intensity.
    “No’ yet, my Isabelle.”
    “Why?” she cried out, then moaned when he pinched her nipple.
    “You need to know the rest of the story.”
    She didn’t care about the story.   All she cared about was the need Lucian had fanned to life.   She shook her head in answer, and instantly his hand fell away.   Isabelle jerked open her eyes to find him staring at her, desire emanating from him.   He did want her.   The thought made her breath catch.
    If he wanted to finish the story and prolong their torture, she knew she couldn’t sway him otherwise.   She was too inexperienced in the ways of men to know how to turn his mind away from the story and on to her.  
    With her breathing still labored, she finally collected her thoughts and asked, “How did you find me?”
    He ran a finger down her cheek, his black gaze intense and heated. “Though the princess cursed us, another Fae took pity and gave each of us a special ability to see our mates.   Mine is seeing your aura. Yours is especially bright.”
    She ran her hands through his silky hair, her body shaking from need.   Her heart accelerated when she wiggled and felt his thick, hard arousal. “An aura? What is that exactly?”
    “It’s a special light around you, distinct to you alone.”
    “And what does it do?”
    “Besides showing me who you were? Not much.”   He bent and placed a kiss on her neck.
    She sighed at the pleasure of his kiss, and then the feel of his tongue as he tasted her skin. “Then it's worthless.”
    “Never,” he murmured and leaned close to her neck. “It brought me to you.”
    Just when she thought he would only tease her, his hot tongue snaked out and licked her again, leaving a trail of hot, wet desire across her skin.
    Her sex throbbed, and her mind forgot everything but the man before her. She inhaled his exotic scent. No man had ever touched her before, but now she wanted, nay yearned, for Lucian.
    She licked her lips and tried to concentrate on their conversation. “So all you had to do was go around looking for a certain aura?”
    “Hmm,” he murmured as he nuzzled her skin behind her ear. “Is that no’ enough?”
    “More than enough.”
    He pulled back to look at her. “Then will you return with me?”
    Isabelle saw the worry reflected in the dark depths of his eyes. She cast a glance around her small cottage.   It held many memories, but she didn’t want to grow old with just memories.   She wanted passion and laughter, children and a husband.   “As you said, there is nothing holding me here.”
    For a moment she worried if she was doing the right thing, then the desire coursing through her made her remember that no other man had made her feel this…special or wanted before.
    He smiled and pulled her against his chest. “I vow you willna regret your decision.”
    This time his kiss was possessive, demanding, and erotic. It set her blood afire and singed her with its intensity. Her body cried out for more. One moment she was sitting in his lap, the next they were on her small bed, his delicious weight on top of her.
    His mouth scorched a trail from her lips down her throat to her neck. Delicious sensations rippled through her body with his every touch, every kiss.   It was as if he knew exactly how to touch her.
    And where to touch her.
    Somehow her gown was removed, leaving her only in her chemise, stockings, and shoes, but she didn’t care.   Lucian’s touch was all she needed, all she craved. With just a flick of her feet, Isabelle kicked off her old tattered shoes and leaned her head back so his mouth could continue to do wicked, delightful things to