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 Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, he
grumbled.
 I m sorry, Raull. I really am. Keira wiped the
corners of her eyes and leaned her head against
the wall.  Do you understand the word lame?
She grinned when one of his brows arched
wryly.  That line was really, really lame. Did they
teach you that one at the Warriors Compound?
Really? she added with a laugh when his
expression darkened.  Honestly, you guys need
better material.
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 I ll have you know, Sibyl, that women have
been known to tear their clothes off in fits of lust
when I say that to them. Lifting his hands off
the wall, he wrapped them around her waist and
eased his body into hers.
 Fits of lust, huh? Keira shook her head
dismissively but she also ran her hands over
his arms, caressed his back through the gaps
in his weapons vest.  You sure it wasn t fits of
laughter?
 Now you ve done it, Raull growled, grinned
down at her, bent forward and hoisted her over
his shoulder like her weight was nothing. He
carried her into the bathing chamber.  I gave you
fair warning. She yelped then groaned when
he slapped her ass, twice. Without setting her
down, he turned on the water in the bathing
chamber, tested the temperature and adjusted
it.  I gave you a chance to say no but you chose
to make fun of me, hmm? Digging his fingers
into her ribs until she was laughing and making
ineffectual attempts to push him away, Raull let
her slide back down onto her feet and continued
to grin at her. He grabbed her dress, pulled it
up and over her head, then tossed it aside. Next
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he began undoing the clips that held his vest
in place.  I m a civilized man, Keira. A man of
learning but you ve stripped that civility from
me. I m claiming you like our barbarian ancestors
claimed their women. Your acceptance or denial
is no longer required, he added and his voice was
a sultry purr as he opened his leather pants, slid
them and his boots off then pulled on the scrap
of material that served as her panties so hard that
it tore. The shredded remnants fluttered to the
floor at her feet.
He watched her eyes, saw the intense blue
of their focus sharpen as he wrapped his hand
around his jutting cock, slid his palm down the
length, gave the head a hard squeeze then moved
his hand back to the base.
 You re mine, Keira, he whispered, kissed
her ear, her cheek, drove his tongue into her
mouth then feathered his mouth over her throat.
 Tonight and every night until we tire of each
other or the moons cease to rise.
 Then may they never cease to rise, she
groaned, held his head between her strong hands
and pulled his mouth back to hers. After a time,
she slapped his hand until he let go of his cock
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then replaced it with her own.  And if I m yours,
Warrior, then this is mine, she said with a fierce
snarl.
Raull groaned into her mouth when she
withheld her strength and gently slid her fingers
up and down his length. Later, he would ask
her when she d mastered voice inflection and if
it was a skill all Sibyls possessed. For now, all he
wanted was to touch her and be touched. She
caressed the bare skin at the base of his cock.
Like all Warriors, the only hair on his body was
on his head and brows. His hips began to move
in counterpoint to the brushing of her fingertips.
He cupped her breast, squeezed carefully then
stepped back.
 Bind up your hair, woman, he ordered.
 Why? she asked but stepped away, opened
a drawer near the basin and withdrew a length
of ribbon.
He felt his eyes flare as he watched the sway
of her breasts when she pulled her hair back.
 Because you re going to bathe me and after,
when I take you in your bed, I want to be clothed
in the warmth of your hair, not the wetness.
Raull couldn t help licking his lips and staring at
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her strong body as she walked past him, stepped
into the bathing cabinet and cocked a finger at
him. He followed eagerly.
The flow of the warm water felt good on his
arm and his shoulder as he crowded her into
the small space small but still large enough for
them to turn around in. Used to soft soaps, he
was puzzled by the bar she picked up but only for
a second. The scent of flowers, herbs and Keira
filled the air as she rolled the bar in her hands
and raised a lather. Bracing his arms against the
smooth walls, Raull spread his legs and sighed
with contentment when she began soaping his
neck and chest. He let her touch him. Let her
caress his skin, manipulate his muscles, turn his
body any way she chose as she washed the dust
from the road off him. When her small, pert
breasts brushed his arm, he grinned down at her,
gave her a fleeting kiss then again submitted to
her touch.
Submitting to a woman was something he d
never done. A leader and aggressive down to
the very center of his bones, Raull was used to
women who submitted to him. Used to women
who were drawn to his strength, position, wealth.
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The woman touching him now was drawn to his
strength, that much he could tell by the flaring
of her eyes as she stroked him, the growing scent
of her arousal. She was also enthralled by him
if the heaviness of her eyelids and the adorable
way she kept chewing on her lower lip were any
indicators. Even though she was a woman, she
was also a Sibyl. Raull reminded himself not to
forget that. He also sensed she was as much a
Warrior as he was. Through temperament and,
judging by the array of weapons she kept in
her bedchamber, through training, Keira was a
formidable woman.
Grinning, he thanked the gods that it had
been his hand she d chosen to touch today, and
no one else s.
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Chapter Four
Keira grinned as she ran her soapy hands
down the Warrior s back. She d never seen such a
body, let alone be privileged to touch one. Even
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