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But with another curl of her fingers, she summons me, her eyes dark with longing. A fresh rush of desire slams me.
Want is a luxury; this woman I need. The feeling is as new as a baby’s first breath…and as welcome as the plague.
’Tis also likely another of Morgana’s tricks.
With a delicate wave, she produces the ornate book that means the difference between my life and death, clutching it as she begins to back away.
Nay!
I launch myself at her. We fall to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs, of harsh breaths and pent-up passion. The book tumbles beside me, its maddening lock still shut tight.
As I grasp for the tome, she latches slender arms around my neck and trails kisses like fire up my neck, arching beneath me seductively. She singes me. My clothes melt away. More of her sorcery at play?
“Love me,” she whispers in my ear.
Despite the fact I know there is no loving this woman, her plea spikes my fever.
I burn to conquer her. I pine to possess her. I perish to own her.
I cannot give in.
“Release me,” I demand.
“Never.” She clings, writhing against the erection I am unable to banish.
God’s blood, my body is ablaze. I cling to restraint, refusing to ignore her treachery and succumb to temptation.
But I want to.
I fist her hair and press my face to hers. “Open the book!”
She looks hurt. “Don’t you want me?”
“I do.” Denying the truth is a waste of time and breath.
Under me, she wriggles again, silently begging me to fuck her. Lightning chases across my skin as I pry her thighs wider and grind against her. “If you tempt me thus, you will take all I give you. As much as I give you.”
“Anything you desire.”
Her answer makes me sweat. I lift her thighs into the crooks of my arms and bury my face in her soft neck. I should not give in…but her scent makes me dizzy. This ache for her makes me weak.
I am lost.
Beyond caring, I poise myself at her entrance. I swore never to touch this witch again—a promise I have never questioned—but resisting is impossible. I must be inside her now.
“Everything you desire,” she whispers.
Even knowing I’m dooming myself to eternal hell, I thrust forward.
But Morgana dissipates and re-forms just beyond my reach, once again clutching the hellish book.
As I lurch up to snatch it, she waves her pale hand and unlocks the volume. The cover falls open, revealing a flash of its pages. Her smug smile returns as she begins to fade away.
“Release me, damn you!”
But I’m shouting at fog. She—and the book—are gone.
As ever, I am cursed.
