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completely to him. She didn’t know
if she could forgive him yet for what he’d done to her but she didn’t know how
much longer she could deprive herself of the pleasures his body could give her.
    Still, she had to get it through his thick skull that she
would only allow him certain liberties. He couldn’t be allowed to drug her ever
again. It was beyond the pale, and she was going to draw the line in the sand
so they knew where they stood.
    “You drugged me,” she pointed out, her voice clipped and
almost hoarse. Emotion stormed through her, she had to fight the inclination to
react out of spite toward him. She had to maintain a level head.
    “I had to do it in order to speak to you like an adult. You
gave me no other options. We see how the witch hunters sent to retrieve you
fared after bearing the brunt of your childish temper tantrums.”
    He couldn’t tell her that he admired her greatly for how she
handled the witch hunters. He’d given them strict instructions not to hurt her,
he only wanted them to bring her back so he could talk some sense into her.
    Many wondered why he didn’t pursue her himself and sometimes
he wondered as well, but he didn’t want to take any further chances. He still
hadn’t known if she was intent upon making herself a widow.
    Now that he could see the look of love in her eyes, he knew
she had no intentions of harming him.
    “If you keep telling me I’m immature, you will never get me
into that bed,” she said, her eyes darting quickly to the four-poster bed that
looked so bloody inviting.
    “You’re not immature, Anya. You only act like it sometimes. You
are my wicked wanton witch.”
    She shivered. His voice caressed her skin, making her tingle
all over. She had to fight it, she had to keep her willpower strong or he would
break past her defenses and they’d be fucking like horny rabbits.
    Oh hell, would it really be that bad if she gave in to him?
They had missed out on their wedding night after all, and she did want him
terribly.
    He had done a great many things to her leading up to this
point but he’d never been an uncaring or selfish brute when it came to
lovemaking. Sex was his personal forte and he was a lover of the highest
caliber.
    Unfortunately, Damien was her one weakness. He made her want
to jump onto the bed and spread her legs for him without giving any thought to
the possible consequences of doing so.
    Damien always had that unfortunate effect on her, he could
cause her to lose her wits and drop her guard like no other man before him. He
made her feel like a giddy teenager, he made her feel like she could do
anything so long as he was by her side, and now that that was no longer an
option for her she was literally heartsick.
    “And you are my charming warlock. You enchanted me from our
first meeting—now I wonder if our love is true or if you hit me with some sort
of a love potion!”
    Genuine pain glimmered in his brilliant blue eyes. He
actually looked as if she’d slapped him or hit him with an energy ball. It had
really given him quite the turn.
    ”How can you make light of what we feel for each other, Anya?
I would use a great many potions on you but never would I use a love potion to
twist your affections for me.
    “Besides, you know as well as I do that no love potion can
simulate true love and what I feel for you is the truest purest form of love in
existence! And I might be a great many things but I am an honorable warlock.
You know as well as I do that dealing in love potions is an unethical practice
for most witches and warlocks out there. Any love you feel for me is purely
natural. We are fated for each other, darling!”
    “Was it just fate that led us to each other or did you
orchestrate our first meeting? We met in the rain in San Francisco on Earth
near the Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered Convention, at which I was a
keynote speaker. You knew I was going to be there for the entire event, you had
to have known. The event was