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before it”s too late,” she begged him.
    “It”s already too late, Selena.”

Chapter Three
    The woman in his arms fought against herself. Leif could clearly see it in her eyes. Selena wanted him. Her entire body responded to him: her nipples were hard little peaks that pressed against his chest, her lips parted in invitation, and the sweet scent of her arousal drifted into his nostrils, filling his lungs with her essence.
    “You don”t understand. If you stay here with me, if you touch me, I won”t allow you to leave. You”ll become a slave.” Tears welled up in her eyes.
    “My sweet, it is you who doesn”t understand. I will be nobody”s slave. And by the time this night is over, you will be mine. And I will be the one who won”t let go of you. I will plant my seed in you until it takes hold, and your belly grows with my child.”
    “No, I can”t. They will kill my child.”
    He shook his head. “Nobody will kill our child. Because you and I and my men, we”ll return to my clan where you”ll be safe. Now, my sweet, stop struggling and let me love you.”
    “You”re taking me with you?” Her surprise stunned him. Had Selena really thought he”d plant his seed in her and leave her behind?

    “As soon as we free my men.” Leif pried her away from the bedpost, lowered her onto the bed and climbed onto it himself. “Do you have more dresses like these?”
    “Many more.” Her voice was a mere echo.
    “Good. Then you won”t mind this.”
    “What?”
    He gathered the fabric in his hands and ripped it in the middle, exposing her full breasts to him. She gasped, and he smiled and ripped the fabric further south until her bellybutton came into view. Another short distance and her triangle of auburn curls was revealed to his hungry view.
    “You are more beautiful than I dared imagine.” Never had a woman”s body spoken to
    him like this, roused his every cell, ignited his blood, and brought it to boil. This was the woman who was made for him and for him alone. It mattered not that she was from a clan whose philosophy was so different from his own. He would teach her how men and women were supposed to live together - neither master nor slave, merely equals, the man charged with guarding the woman”s body, and the woman charged with guarding the man”s heart.
    It was how it was done in his clan - his mother was equally powerful as his father, because she held his heart while he held the sword. While to an outsider it may have looked like his clan gave no more power to women than Selena”s clan gave to men, it wasn”t so. Once he”d brought her home, she would soon realize that she wasn”t giving up any of her female powers.
    “Leif, our men are not like you.”
    “What do you think I”m like?” He sunk into the mattress next to her and trailed his fingers over her nude torso.
    “Strong, powerful, and dominant.”

    “Are you afraid of me?” His hand captured her breast and he kneaded it in his palm.
    “I”m afraid that I don”t know how to handle a strong man,” Selena whispered between moans.
    He flicked her hard nipple with his fingers, and she nearly lifted off the bed. “My sweet, you”re not going to handle me, because you”ll be too delirious to do anything at all for the next few hours. So just lie back, and let me pleasure you.”
    Leif sank his mouth onto her taut nipple and sucked greedily. What a perfect body she had. Her skin was as soft as a baby”s, her curves feminine, her breasts so full and responsive, he could get lost sucking on them. His tongue lapped over her hot flesh, working her nipple into an even harder pebble, before he sucked it back into his mouth and suckled the way his babe would one day.
    The thought that this woman would bear his children made his cock harder and his balls tighten in anticipation. His hand slipped down to her belly, stroking her tenderly. Selena arched into his touch. “Patience,” he whispered against her breast. “I”ll give you