What was it about this human woman that made him shiver with a desire he could not remember ever feeling before? Breslyn stood at Chartelle’s closed bedroom door. The time was late, and he believed she was asleep; however, that did not deter him as he moved to open the door. But then, suddenly, he stopped. It was in that moment he hesitated with doubt, a flaying doubt that suddenly and totally assailed him and kept him frozen in place. Was he moving too quickly … would he frighten her when she realized what he really was? For she was a discerning creature that would eventually see the alien in his ancient eyes. She would see him for who he really was before he was ready for her to do so. What would she think when she discovered he was a Royal Fae? He banished this concern, and instead of stepping forward he boldly shifted, Fae-style, into her chamber, as though a part of him wanted to let her see, acknowledge, and get it over with …
She was awake and tossing about under the covers, unaware of his presence. He watched her a moment, in awe of her beauty in the moonlight from the undraped windows. She threw the covers off, and he felt his raging hard-on throb in his leather trews. With a blink, his clothes were gone, relegated to the floor. He stood naked, hungry. What was it about this human woman that made him shiver with a desire he could not remember ever feeling before? Beautiful, exquisite Fae females had enticed and held his interest and passions over the thousands of years that he had lived, but this was …different. What was it about this human that curled his ardor into a tight coil ready to spring? No Fae female had ever wrung out such primal sensations from him before, and Fae females were skilled in the art of making love. She moved something inside him to ‘feel and experience’ sensations he had not hitherto been aware he was capable of experiencing. Something wild and yet sweetly entrenched in her heart drew on him … called to him …
Such emotions were nonsense, and yet, it was a fact he could not deny. He felt feral as he gazed at her and waited for her to see him …
Lamia DuLaine felt suddenly alive. She could feel electricity vibrate off his body and fluctuate in a rhythm that penetrated to a place her soul had once occupied. She couldn’t look away from him.
She felt a fire heat her forehead, burn her cheeks from deep within her body.
In that short space of time, she knew she had to have him. She had to walk beside him, lust with him, and make him her own! It had been a glance, just a glance, but it would change her life forever!
That was how it all began to crumble. That was when it all went wrong for her.
Until then, she had reigned supreme. No one had ever touched her essence in such a manner. No one alive, no one human, knew the full secrets of her powers. Until then, until the spring of 1814, she had been mistress of her world.
Until then, no one had defied her will. Because of him her life, her needs, her force would change. Because of them, Legend began…
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