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  alcohol did nothing for him.

  Suddenly, she was behind him, leaning up against his back as her slender arms surrounded his waist.

  He shook all over from the gesture, from the feel of her small breasts against his spine. And in that moment, he needed her even more.

  "I want you to make love to me," she whispered in his ear.

  "Are you insane?" He turned to look at her.

  She shook her head. "I want to give my virginity away. I don't want it taken from me."

  "Taken by whom?"

  She dropped her gaze. "Fine. If you don't want me, I'll go find someone who does."

  A peculiar wave of jealousy stung him as he thought of someone else inside her.

  What do you care?

  And yet for some unknown, stupid reason, he did.

  He caught her hand as she moved away from him. "What's your name?"

  "Livia."

  "Livia," he repeated. It suited her and those guileless sea-green eyes. "Why would you give yourself away so cheaply to someone like me?"

  Livia paused as she saw the self-deprecation in his icy eyes. He hated himself. It was so obvious and she wondered why. "Because you seem nice."

  He laughed bitterly at her answer. "Nice? I'm not nice. There's nothing nice about me."

  That wasn't true. He had yet to be mean to her. He was hurting, she knew that. And it made him snappish.

  But it didn't make him cruel.

  "I need to go," she said quietly, regretting that he wouldn't be the one after all. "There's not much time before I have to return, and I have to take care of this by the morning."

  "Why?"

  Livia bit her lip as she felt her face flush again. In the morning, she'd be inspected by Clypper's doctors.

  If she didn't find a man tonight, she was doomed.

  "I just do." She let her gaze wander over his lush body. He had broad shoulders and a lean, firmly muscled frame. His white hair contrasted sharply to the black he wore.

  He was gorgeous.

  But he didn't want her.

  Adron saw the steely determination in her eyes. She was going to find herself another man to sleep with her. He knew it.

  He should let her and yet...

  Why not me?

  Ever since he'd lost his agility, he'd avoided women. He'd been afraid of embarrassing himself with his stiff clumsiness. But she would have no one to compare him to.

  Adron gripped his cane. He remembered a time when he could have scooped her up in his arms and ran with her to his bed.

  But those days were lost to him forever.

  "My bedroom is this way," he said, grabbing a bottle and heading down the hallway.

  Livia quivered as she realized he was inviting her to join him.

  Excited and terrified, she followed him down the elegant corridor and into a room at the end of it. The master bedroom was every bit as large as her own. A king-sized bed was set against the far wall, looking out over the city below them.

  He set his bottle down on the night stand, then moved to a chair by the bed. His face hard, he sat down slowly.

  She saw the pain on his face as he bent his leg and moved to take off his boots.

  She wanted to know what had happened to him, but didn't dare ask for fear of making him angry.

  So, she went to him and took his foot in her hand.

  He looked up at her, his eyes startled as she pulled the boot free.

  "You know, I've never done anything like this," she whispered.

  "Seeing that you're a virgin, I would think not."

  Licking her lips, she removed his other boot.

  Adron could feel her nervousness, her uncertainty, and he wanted to soothe her. "I won't hurt you," he assured her.

  She smiled a smile that wrenched his gut. How he wished he'd met her before that fateful night. Then, he could have been the lover she deserved. He would have been able to take her all night. Slowly. Teasingly.

  He had no idea what he'd be like now. But he would try to pleasure her. Do his damnedest to make sure her first time was a favorable memory.

  His groin tight, he pushed himself up and moved to the bed.

  Before he knew what she intended, she sat in his lap and kissed him.

  Adron inhaled the sweetness of her breath as he ran his hands over her back. He'd never expected a virgin to be so bold. And she was a quick learner. She deepened her kiss and teased his tongue with hers.

  Oh yeah, this could be fun.

  He unbuttoned her shirt to expose her small corslet. She moaned as he ran his hand over the satin covered breasts and squeezed them gently in his hands.

  Livia shook all over at the foreign throb between her legs. And when he released the catch behind her back and her corslet fell open, she shivered. No man had ever seen her naked before.

  He stared at her bare breasts as he ran his hands over the taut peaks. He traced slow, simmering circles around her, sending chills all over her body.

  "You are so beautiful," he breathed. Then, he dipped his head down and took her breast into his mouth.

  Livia hissed in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her flesh, teasing, licking.

  Never had she felt anything like it.

  She leaned forward, cradling his head in her hands. Her body was on fire. He trailed his hands over her back, down her hips and when he touched her between her legs she groaned.

  He looked up at her, his eyes dazed and hungry as he breathed raggedly.

  He rolled her over, onto the mattress, and turned the lights off. She heard him remove the rest of his clothes in the darkness, but she couldn't see anything at all.

  Adron ached to see her naked, but he didn't want any light for her to see his damaged body.

  His groin hot and throbbing for her, he unfastened the stiff, prickly brace on his left leg and let it fall to the floor. Next, he removed the one on his hand.

  Then, slowly, carefully, he pulled her clothes from her.

  He ran his hand over her smooth, hot skin, delighting in her murmurs of pleasure. He'd never taken a virgin before and the knowledge that he was her first lover added even more excitement to the moment.

  No man had ever touched her.

  No one but him.

  Even with his wings broken and clipped, he soared at that knowledge.

  Livia moaned as he covered her with his long, hot body. She'd never felt anything like all that lean, hard strength spread out evenly against her bare flesh.

  He kissed her fiercely as he separated her thighs with his knee. Then, he pressed his thigh against the center of her body, the hairs on his leg teasing her intimately.

  She ran her hand over his back, feeling the rugged terrain of scars, muscle and skin.

  "My name is Adron," he breathed in her ear a second before he traced the outline of her ear with his tongue.

  "Adron," she repeated, testing the syllables. It was a strong name that suited him.

  He stroked her with his thigh, his tongue and his hands. Arching her back, Livia welcomed his touch. It was so wickedly erotic to feel him all over and yet see nothing of him. It was like a dream. A midnight fantasy.

  Reaching up, she freed his hair and let it fall around his face, then she buried her hands in the silken strands of it. He leaned down and placed his lips in the crook of her arm where he suckled her flesh.

  Adron swallowed as he pulled back, wanting desperately to see her face. Instead, he lifted his hand to trace the contours of it. He could feel the tiny cleft in her chin, imagine the small oval face overwhelmed by large green eyes that tugged at a heart he had thought was dead.

  She was breathtaking. And for tonight, she was his.

  All his.

  Closing his eyes, he moved himself down her body, then cursed as a wave of fierce pain lanced up his leg and across his back.

  She tensed beneath him. "What's wrong?"

  Adron couldn't answer. The pain in his leg was so intense that it instantly quelled his desire.

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p; He rolled over onto his back and struggled to breathe.

  "Adron?"

  The concern in her voice ate at him.

  "My leg," he said between clenched teeth. "I need the pain-killers on my night stand."

  "Which leg?"

  "Dammit, get my medicine."

  "Which leg!" she insisted.

  "The left one."

  Livia took his knee into her hands.

  Adron cursed as more pain tore through him. "Stop!" he snarled.

  "Sh," she said peacefully as she massaged the joint.

  A strange warmth came from her hands, seeping into his skin. Adron frowned as the ache diminished.

  Then suddenly, it was gone entirely.

  For a full minute, he laid there, tense, waiting for it to return.

  It didn't.

  In fact, nothing hurt. Not his chest, not his arm, not his knee. Nothing.

  "What did you do?"

  "It's only temporary," she whispered. "But for a few hours, it won't bother you at all."

  Adron couldn't believe it. He'd learned to live in a state of constant, unrelenting pain. Physical agony so severe that he couldn't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time.

  Until now.

  The absence of it was unbelievable. His heart swelled with joy. He was free. Even if it was only temporary, he still had a moment to remember what he'd been like before his body had been cruelly, vengefully taken from him.

  And it was all because of her.

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her precious lips.

  Livia felt his heart pounding under her hand and she heard the laughter in his voice. "Thank you."

  She smiled. Until he moved down her body with his kisses. Livia moaned as fierce pleasure tore through her. His hands and mouth felt incredible against her bare skin.

  This was so much more than she had expected. Krista had told her that a man who didn't know her would be quick with the deed, then let her leave.

  But Adron was taking his time. He seemed to actually savor her.

  It was as if he was really making love to her. And she wondered if he was this tender with a stranger how much more so would he be if they actually knew each other?

  But tonight was all they would ever know. When it was over she would leave him, and this moment would be nothing more than a treasured memory she would carry with her the rest of her life.

  Tonight, there was just the two of them.

  And she would revel in it.

  Adron drank in the smell and taste of her skin as he nibbled the bare flesh of her hip. The taste of her was addictive, and her smell...

  He could breathe in the sweet floral scent forever.

  Her soft hands caressed his hair and neck in a way that made him burn. He'd never thought to have another night like this.

  A night with no demons. No memories.

  She engulfed him and he gladly surrendered himself to her.

  She was his angel of mercy, delivering him from his sins. Delivering him from his loneliness and solitude. He would treasure this peaceful moment for the rest of his life. It would warm him and keep him company when his body returned to being hateful.

  His heart tender for her, he spread her legs and placed his body between them.

  Livia bit her lip, expecting him to enter her. He didn't. Instead, he kissed a small path down her thigh while he buried his hand at the center of her body.

  She hissed from the pleasure of his touch. It was sweet, pure bliss. And he took his time circling her with his fingers, delving, stroking, caressing.

  "That's it," he breathed against her leg as she rubbed herself against his hand. "Don't be embarrassed."

  She should be and yet she wasn't.

  At least not until he took her into his mouth.

  Blind ecstasy ripped her asunder. "Adron?" she asked, her voice husky and strange. "Are you supposed to do that?"

  He gave her one long, deep lick. "Does it feel good?"

  "Oh, yes."

  "Then I'm supposed to be doing it." Without another word, he returned his mouth to her.

  Livia writhed in his arms as his tongue tormented her. And when he slid his finger inside her, she thought she would perish from the pleasure.

  Krista had told her to expect pain, but there was nothing painful in his touch. Nothing but heaven.

  She threw her head back as he swirled his finger inside her, around and around, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Assaulted by fierce, fiery sensations, Livia felt her body quiver and jerk as if it had a mind of its own.

  Her ecstasy mounted until she could stand no more and then just as she was ready to beg him to stop, her body ripped apart.

  Livia screamed out as her release came hard and fast.

  Still he toyed with her. His finger and tongue pleasured her until the sensitive flesh couldn't bear his touch any longer.

  "Please," she cried. "Please, have mercy on me."

  Adron laughed at her tone, and was amazed at the sound. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed.

  He pulled back, but kept his finger inside her for a moment longer. He could feel her maidenhead still intact. His body burned, demanding he take her. But he couldn't do that. They hadn't done any real damage to her yet.

  Once he broke that barrier, there would be no going back. No second chances.

  It would be like when he decided to...

  He flinched at the memory. His life had been completely ruined by one impulsive act. He wouldn't let her ruin hers the same way.

  She was kind and gentle. A pure heart in a world of corrupt ones.

  He wouldn't spoil that.

  Closing his eyes, he was mystified by what he felt for her. At the fact that he was able to pull himself back and reign in his treacherous body.

  It had been years since he'd done anything noble. Years since he'd wanted to do anything noble.

  He reached down for the blanket and covered her with it.

  Livia paused as he spooned up to her back and held her close. She reveled in the feel of his arms around her, but he didn't seem to be making any move to...

  "Adron?"

  "Yes?"

  "We're not through, are we?"

  He rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. "I gave you your pleasure, Livia. What more do you want?"

  She turned to look at him, but in the darkness all she could see was the vaguest of outlines of his face. "But you didn't... You know."

  "I know."

  "Why?"

  "Livia, don't you think you should wait until you find someone you care about?"

  "I care about you."

  Adron snorted. "You don't even know me."

  She turned in his arms and reached up to place her hand against his cheek. "You're right, I don't know you. And yet I've already shared my body with you. I want you to finish."

  He pulled away from her. "Livia-"

  "Adron. If you don't, then I will be forced into marriage with a man older than my father. I don't want him to touch me the way you have. Please help me."

  Her words tore through him. An image of Lia flashed through his mind. He'd been forced by Andarion custom to marry her. And she had shown him a whole new meaning to the word hell.

  Livia skimmed her hand over his chest, down across his stomach. His gut contracting fiercely at her touch, Adron felt her nails brushing at the hairs between his legs until she held him in her hand.

  His groin tightened and swelled even more. In that instant, he knew he was lost.

  And when she kissed him, his entire world came undone.

  Livia was unprepared for his reaction. He growled low in his throat and rolled her over, pinning her against the mattress.

  He was wild and untamed as he kissed her lips, then buried his face against her neck where he licked and teased her flesh, burning her all over.

  He reached down between them, stroking her until she lost all reason, all sanity.

  Then, he spread her legs wider. She felt the tip of his man
hood against her core.

  In a sweet gesture, he took her hand in his and held it above her head. He kissed her lightly on the lips, then slid himself deep inside her.

  As he filled her, she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out at the unexpected pain that intruded on her pleasure. He was so large that her body ached at the foreign feel of him.

  But at least it was done.

  She was a virgin no more.

  Adron held himself perfectly still, waiting for her body to adjust to his. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but by the fierce grip she had on his hand, he knew what she was hiding.

  He also knew better than anyone that a person couldn't feel pleasure and pain at the same time.

  And he refused to hurt her tonight.

  Reluctantly, he let go of her hand and raised himself up on his arms to look down at her. He was used to the darkness. So much so that he saw her eyes tightly shut.

  "Don't be afraid," he whispered, then he skimmed his hand down her body until he touched her between her legs.

  Livia sighed as his hand stroked her nub. The pain receded behind a wave of building delight.

  "That's it," he said. Then, he slowly started to rock his hips against hers.

  Livia arched her back as the pain was washed away by his hot touch. He felt so good inside her and every stroke seemed to reach deeper as she clung to his broad, muscular shoulders. She'd never imagined it could feel so wonderful.

  Adron watched her face as she surrendered herself to him. He ground his teeth at the incredible feel of her. She was so wet and hot beneath and around him. He had forgotten the pleasure to be had in a woman's arms.

  Had forgotten the incredible feel of someone just holding him in the darkness.

  He lowered himself and took her into his arms where he cradled her head in his hands. Her breath fell against his bare shoulder, burning him.

  She turned her head to kiss his neck as she ran her hands over his back.

  He growled, scalded by the bliss of it.

  Livia wrapped her legs around his lean waist. He held her so tenderly that it touched her deep inside her heart. Krista had told her he would use her without any feelings for her whatsoever.

  But it didn't feel like that.

  Not the way he held onto her like he was afraid of letting her go.

  He returned to her lips and she moaned at the taste of his tongue. He stroked her faster. Deeper. Harder.

  Livia held him close as her pleasure started building again. Oh goodness, what was it about him that she would feel like this?

  And this time when her release came, he joined her.

  He growled low in his throat as he delivered one last, deep stroke, and shuddered in her arms.