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She flinched and licked her lips, a faint flush on her cheeks She shook from the cold, fear, and his touch, and he kept his hands on her hips ain front of her, he traced his pal, from hip to toes, and then the other She had the softest, smoothest skin he had ever experienced, with no birth her He had never touched any witch this way, but there was aught about her that snagged his senses and coht stood and moved behind her He took her wrists and placed her ar into her With her plu on working the bugs free of her hair, his other hand on her lower belly to keep her against hih with her promise to pass out

"'Tis a shame you are destined to be a witch," he said "A reat pleasure out of your body"

She said nothing She was tense

"Trust, lady" He softened his voice, not quite understanding her fear He only killed those he needed to and never bedded a wo She was like one of the foals, new to the world, fearing the touch of theanimals was calmness and warmth

His duty was to protect his armies and wards, not coddle them Had she been any other battle-witch or warrior, he would have rescued her then left her to deal with the bugs

With her, it was not si desire as well

Her supple skin was a rehts, her silky curls another indication she was from a world where she was pampered and not forced to work the land or with her hands at all She had time to care for her skin and body, and it showed He marveled at the subtle differences, fascinated by her

She was forbidden The thought had the opposite effect it should; fire lit in his blood and he breathed in her fresh, wos free fro theh her hair and then neck, he leaned back to ensure none of the bugs had returned to their battle-witch feast

The Shadow Knight turned her to face hiainst his She was upset but quiet, her arms clutched to her chest as if she tried to hide her breasts She was alsono atteaze