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unclear.
    As unclear as his cock was hard.
    He’d developed one serious case of lust for this appealing woman, and she was uppermost in his thoughts as he slid from wakefulness into the little death that routinely claimed him each sunrise.
    He wondered, just for a fleeting moment before sleep took his brain away, just how strong his psychic powers were.
    Both he and Kitty were about to find out.
     
    *~*~*~*
     
    She was nearly nude, the heat of the fire behind her sending warm caresses over her buttocks through the filmy silk. Her nipples hardened to taut peaks of their own accord, a response to the delightful feel of the flames as they crackled and danced in the fireplace.
    She rested a hand on the mantel, waiting.
    He would come to her, she knew. Striding towards her, his body dappled by firelight and glistening with the moisture from the rain outside.
    He loved to ride in just his breeches, to sit astride and let the kiss of the night and movement of his horse begin his arousal. By the time he came to her he was already hard, smelling a little of the outdoors and horse and man—a fragrance that never failed to start the honeyed juices flowing between her thighs. Sometimes he’d bathe first, and there would be lingering traces of sandalwood mixed in with his unique scent.
    She didn’t care. She just knew he’d come to claim her once more.
    And once again she’d try to refuse him, to play their game to its inevitable conclusion. It was what they both enjoyed, this denial, this mock-war between them that heightened their passions and their desires.
    The line between raw need and hatred was a thin one. For them it was occasionally non-existent, and yet the anger made the loving all the sweeter.
    All these thoughts swept through her mind on a hot wind as she stood waiting. Why this should seem so familiar, she knew not. Only that it was. That he was. That this was meant to be.
    His hands would reach for her, roughly taking what he needed and what she would not offer. His eyes would burn, searing her as she allowed herself to plummet into their depths.
    His cock would be cool, hard—a ridged instrument that would seek out her heat and plunge deep, more deeply than anyone ever had—or ever could again.
    All these thoughts ran through her mind as she waited, shifting a little to accommodate the liquids dampening the soft skin inside her thighs.
    Her pussy throbbed, tingling at the mere thought of what was to come.
    It was a rare delight, this thrill of arousal. She, Katherine Edgeworth, was waiting to be fucked. Eagerly anticipating the harshly wonderful mating act that would spread her thighs wide and welcome the intrusion of a hard and demanding cock into her body.
    Would he dominate her tonight? Or would she force him down and straddle him, holding his wrists apart with every ounce of strength she possessed while she rode him?
    A brief flash of incredulity rocked her. What the hell was going on? Was this a dream? A nightmare?
    Then she heard his footsteps and forgot to breathe.
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Adrian’s dream began as so many others had begun—with an erection. He tried to ignore it, but this time it refused to obey. He walked across a darkened room feeling it lying solidly against his leg, a weight that needed to find a home, a resting place. A weight that led him to the figure standing silhouetted by the firelight.
    He expected to find Thérèse waiting for him. His gut curdled at the thought of what she would put him through on this night. Of how she would tease and torture him, always denying him that which he desired the most.
    His step faltered as he took a good look at the woman standing proudly in front of him.
    It wasn’t Thérèse. It was Kitty Edgeworth.
    His cat was waiting to scratch him, to purr for him and to rub herself all over him. He couldn’t decide which he’d enjoy more.
    Her chin rose in defiance as he closed the distance between them, already scenting the arousal he knew was