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Nicole couldn’t believe he was serious, but then he got up and started walking toward the door. Inside herself, his emotions, the anger and desire and hate for himself tangled up with her own. She hurled herself out of his bed, marched up to him and kicked the back of his shin as hard as she could.

“You think you can just apologize and walk away after what you did?” she demanded. “Like it was nothing? Like I’m no one to you? I know better.”

He opened the door before he turned on her. “You wished me release you. Go.”

“I’ll never be free of you now.” She slapped him as hard as she could.

They stood glaring at each other as Duncan’s cheek turned red, and then paled to pink before the slap mark faded completely. He would always heal faster than ordinary humans. He would live for hundreds, possibly thousands of years on this wretched little island. Every day he would go on hurting himself over and over as he healed others with his herbs and potions and primitive doctoring. He might take a lover now and then, but he would always live alone. He would always be alone.

He was a quack. He meant absolutely nothing to her. She should run out of here right now before she told him–

“I’m falling in love with you, too,” Nicole said, all the emotion draining out of her. “I don’t want to. It’s a disaster. I can’t stay with you.” Now she could leave him.

When she tried to walk out Duncan grabbed her from behind, spinning her around so he could kiss her mouth. Somehow he was half-carrying, half-dragging her toward his bed, and then they were on the rug in front of the hearth. He rolled with her, putting her on top of him as he clamped a hand on the back of her head.

He was going to kiss her until she passed out, Nicole thought, appalled and thrilled all at once.

Duncan ripped apart the back of her gown, shredding the laces and the seams as he jerked her bodice down to her waist. He tore open the light linen chemise she wore, baring her breasts as she yanked up his tunic to do the same thing to his chest. Somehow she ended up under him again. Nicole knew in another few moments they’d be naked and he’d be coming inside her with that lovely hard length of his erect cock, and the prospect should have terrified her. Instead she went gushing wet between her legs, her body twisting and writhing against his as he pulled up her skirts and tore away her underwear. His hard, hot flesh pressed against her, and when she looked up into his eyes she saw they had darkened and glittered like a night sky filled with stars.

“I want you,” he said, his voice so tight the words sounded flinty. “Give me leave take you.”

Nicole shoved him over onto his back, and climbed on top of him, furious and aching and so out of control she hardly knew what she was doing. When she lifted up and reached between her thighs for him, his hand met hers, and guided her fingers to the broad, steely girth jutting up from his body. Together they fit his swollen cockhead to the slick ellipse of her pussy, and she held onto him until he squeezed an inch inside her. That was when the sweet relief of being filled saturated her.

“I’m not using any contraception.” Recalling he probably didn’t know what that meant, she added, “You could make me pregnant.”

“If only.” He pulled her down to him and nipped his way across her neck, up along her jaw and over her lips. He then took her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that ended far sooner than she wanted. “We cannae sire bairns. No half-Fae may father children.”

That filled her with a fierce satisfaction. There would be no disastrous consequences, no unwanted child. After what had happened with her mother, that had been her only concern.

“Do whatever you like to me.” As he worked his way deeper he clamped his hands on her hips, holding her where he wanted her. “You don’t need my permission, because from now on you’ll always have it.”

As the last word left her lips Duncan thrust up into her, burying himself in her clenching softness. If there was any pain in taking a man into her for the first time Nicole didn’t notice; she could only shake in reaction and then submerge herself in the depths of sensation and sensuality. She had always been told she’d waited too long to do this; every other girl she knew had taken at least two or three lovers by the time they graduated college. Now she understood why she had been so fastidious, because this was what she had dreamed of, longed for, hoped with all her heart would happen.

Being with her first love, her only love, her last love, was glorious.

“My lady.” Duncan touched her cheek, his expression filled with tenderness now. “’Tisnae any pain.”

Nicole smiled; of course he knew; by touching her he would have absorbed it. Instead they had given each other nothing but pleasure, and they’d only just begun. This was why the other four women had remained behind in the past. This was the unspoken promise made by the ring when it had offered her a chance to live again.

“I love you.” Saying it again returned what he’d just given her. “Now make me your woman.”

Duncan lifted her up, sliding from her almost all the way, before easing her back down on him. The sense of being impaled swelled and changed, as if each time he came into her he spread through her like a blissful fever. All the strange jolts traveling through her belly and breasts made her go on trembling, but she wasn’t afraid of him, or what he gave her. She wanted more, she desperately needed more.

He put an arm around her as he lifted her, and then spun her over onto her back so he pinned her atop the bed with his weight. That sent his cock plunging even deeper inside her, almost knocking the breath from her lungs. She groaned as he guided her legs up around his hips, and slowly began thrusting in and out of her.

“Dinnae close your eyes,” he urged as her lids drooped. “I wish see how you like what I do.”

“I liked those manacles,” she murmured, and then laughed as he looked over at them. “The next time, I’ll put them on you.”

He bent his head to kiss her, his tongue dancing with hers as he pumped his heavy cock into her core. A terrible urgency took hold of her, gathering and knotting just above where he worked in and out of her. For a moment Nicole wondered if she were about to pass out, and then she realized she was absorbing his pleasure, which for him was a kind of pain. He wanted to release himself from it, she suspected, and come into her, but he was waiting for her to join him.

Could she climax this first time?

Nicole’s lashes fluttered as she sank into his sensations, which spurred on her own. No one would ever understand this lovemaking except the two of them, she thought. No one could do to each other what they did; this was their secret pleasure. It added to the growing desire to reach that place he’d already known, to go there with him and explode together. When his lips touched hers the heat of his kiss seemed to hurl her into him, and then Nicole almost screamed as the first wave of absolute delight crashed down over them.

She knew his satisfaction as he came into her for the last stroke before his seed jetted from his pulsing cock into her pussy. He knew how hot and bright her entire body grew as she took his cream and reveled in the sweet, dark bliss of him. Had she ever known anyone who had been so close to her, as if he’d become part of her own being? Why hadn’t anyone told her love making could be like this?

As they panted together, Duncan shifted onto his side so they faced each other. He wanted to see her fulfillment as it made her limbs limp and bathed her in a sheen of sweat and blushing pink skin. He wasn’t trying to conceal his own satisfaction from her; his chest heaved with every breath, and tremors still shook him. By sharing their bodies and giving each other the ultimate pleasure they had become equals, partners, lovers, mates.