Am I to die?” I asked, and he stopped, raised our joined hands to his mouth and gently kissed my knuckles.
“You are, my love, and in your sleep, you will become Death’s bride.
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It is not your time, love. You will not die tonight.
All this time she thought herself in love with the notion of Death. His gallantry, his beautiful soul. She believed he loved her because he had spared her from his grip. But it had not been Death, but Black.
“Why?” she asked, and her body shook, knowing his sacrifice, knowing he knew her most guarded secret.
“Because I loved you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t let you go, because I knew I could no longer see you, I couldn’t live, either.”
Black had risked his life to save her from taking her own.
He rose, helped her up and clutched her in his arms. “It is too soon for you to make your decision,” he said. “Come to me when you know what you want. My wishes will remain unchanged.”
“What do you want?”
He kissed her, pressed her body into his hot, hard one. “To be inside you. To lay you out and touch you with my hands, my mouth and tongue. I want to slip deep inside you and never leave. I want to wake up in the morning and open my eyes to find you lying there next to me. I want to look at my children and see you in their little faces.”
“Jude,” she whispered, holding him, weakening.
“But I want you to want that as much as I do, Isabella.”
“We have too many secrets,” she began. “Our pasts…”
“Secrets, like passion, are meant to be spent. I will bear all my sins, all my secrets, when you come to me. It’s all I can offer. You see, little love, I’m afraid, too, but the difference between us is that I believe it’s worth it to face that fear if it means that I’ll have you.
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The crimson satin lining gleamed in the firelight, and so, too, did his eyes. When he looked up at her, there was a mist to them once again.
“Little magpie,” he whispered as he looked at the black onyx ring. “You gave up everything for this, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “That is how much I trust you. Everything I had hidden away in that biscuit jar went to this. All my worldly goods are in that ring, Jude.”
“Then I will take it and hold it close, and never give you cause for regret.” He put the ring on his index finger, and Isabella grinned. How perfect it looked—how utterly sensual. She wanted that ringed hand on her body, comforting her. Loving her.
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Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. “Do you want to see something very special—something magical?”
Giggling she whispered, “You already showed me that this morning.”
He swatted her bottom. “Minx! Not that!
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BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—‘your
future,’ he whispers, ‘your destiny’.
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How will I accomplish such a thing?” he said, and her
lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up
the curve of her chin. “I’ll be everywhere you are. Your very
shadow.
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I’ll come back to you,” he whispered, not meaning to say it out loud. “And I will ravish you over breakfast, and I will never leave you alone another night of my life.
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Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will
go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep,
watch while you eat.”
That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it,
brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all
the time in the world to play and coax. “I will be the very air
you breathe.
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No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but how
can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against
yours? You’ve said I have none of the red-blooded passion
of my sex, but you don’t know. You,” he gasped, pressing
against her with a hard thrust of his hips, “you will know it—
the depth of my passion. But you will.
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Pearls, because your skin is as smooth and luminescent as one, and because the first time my lips caressed your throat I thought your flesh as opulent and lush
as one. Gold,” he whispered, moving closer, “because it reminded me of how your hair looked in the dying
candlelight, how it burned and glistened, and how badly I want to lie in bed, in our chamber, and watch you at your dressing table, unpinning it for me. I will have that, Lucy, the
rights of a husband to enter his wife’s room, to see her at her toilette, to watch what no other man will ever be
granted. You do understand that? That I won’t settle for less?”
“You have made your line in the sand very clear.”
He grinned. “You can cross it anytime you wish, you know. You might even like it on my side.
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