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“Ye need something,” Ruari said. “I can see it in your eyes. They are huge, dark pools of longing.”

“I need ye to release me before I reopen a few of your wounds,” she said, but knew her threat lacked strength. Her voice was low and husky, robbed of the steel needed to relay a warning.

“Ye need the heat of passion in your blood to burn away all the delusions besetting ye.”

Before Sorcha could reply to his arrogant statement, he brushed his lips across hers. All thought fled from her mind. Sorcha uttered a soft, low moan as he began to kiss her thoroughly. She greedily opened her mouth when he prodded her lips with his tongue. The slow, heated stroke of his tongue caused her to tremble from the strength of desire racing through her…