me, much like everyone else in the castle. I shut the door and lock it again, feeling a slight urge to push a dresser or table in front of it, but I don't. I know at this point anything like that is futile. Kane is far too strong and that would do nothing but piss him off further if he were trying to get into my room.

I pull the drapes on my window and crawl beneath the covers, laying my head down. The exhaustion takes me over, and I let it. It's a feeling of peace and comfort as I drift off to sleep.

* * *

A flame crackles deep within my soul, a heat that is so intense its almost painful. I wince, bringing my hand to my chest, feeling a familiar calmness float over me.

It's Kane.

My eyes shoot open and I find myself standing in a field, long vibrant grasses twist and blow, drifting around me in a sinuous dance of fancy. The sky overhead is a brilliant cerulean, with wispy puffs of playful clouds slowly drifting by. The intensity of heat magnifies in my chest and I search the grounds, looking for him, yearning for him.

As if my eyes clear for the first time, Kane's image flickers into fruition, standing amongst the wavering vacillating blades. I gasp, bringing my hands to my mouth, and take off at a sprint, running straight for him. His dark eyes flicker and he contrasts the brightness of the field so starkly it looks as if he isn't truly there.

"Kane," I yell out, thrusting my arms to the sides as I leap into the air, landing in his.

I tilt my head into the crevasse of his neck, feeling our hearts once again begin to sync. His arms are cool to the touch, but warm compared to the icy cold solitary life I have been leading. There is no question in my mind that it is him, I can feel him surging through me. The intensity of our connection is raw and hot, and I feel as if I can never let go.

My feet dangle above the ground as he holds me close. I pull my head back searching his eyes. That flame is there, the one that ignites so simply for me each time our bodies touch. It is a flame that connects with me. A flame that sends a tingle down my spine. I open my mouth to speak but he puts his finger to my lips, pursing his as he coos a soft lullaby, quieting my mind.

Where one part sleeps, the other awakens.

We stare into each other's eyes, revealing the want and need that has clung so closely to me since the night in the tomb. He tosses me, releasing his arms, and instead, grabs my waist with his strong hands. The feeling of his fingers pressing into my skin is arousing, an electric sizzle spreading over my flesh. My breath quickens and my breasts rise and fall, our lips growing closer but hovering there, just inches away. I try to swallow but the pressure is so tight in my chest it won't go down.

He slows his movements lifting me higher as I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. When I come to rest, my breasts graze his face, and he leans into them, running his soft lips over my gentle flesh. My body shudders and my eyes grow heavy, the seduction burgeoning thick between us. I wrap my fingers in his hair and push forward, forcing him to take me, forcing the games to end. I've had enough games.

He swallows me, his tongue ravaging my need and desire, tasting me once again. I give into his pull, letting him lead, letting him reduce me to nothing but an extension of him. His lips pucker as he pulls away, and he lowers his mouth, running it down my neck. I lean back, the straps on my dress falling to each side, exposing my hard supple breasts. I gasp as he scrapes his fangs along my skin, finding the perfect place to sink them in. I can feel the sting of his venom and the euphoria that heightens my senses.

Kane spins me around and lowers down onto the ground, leaving me straddling his robust body. I quickly remember the pleasure that blew through me on the beach when he met me once, in my dreams. Instinctively, my hips begin to rock, this time knowing exactly where to find him. His eyes darken even further, and he growls, gripping my waist tightly as he moves with me, thrusting his hips upward as my body runs along his thick singular line.

Despite the inexperience that plagues me, I feel as if my body will take control, moving with the dance of the grasses that surround us. I bite my lip and lean my head back, taking in a deep gulp of air as he moves me faster over top of him. Without warning, he grips me tighter and rolls, flipping me gently onto my back. This time he doesn't need to restrain me, my arms rise over my head and my thighs open, welcoming him into me. He grips the straps of my dress and rips them loose, pushing the thin translucent material to my waist. His fingers move downward as I arch my back, begging for his touch. He pushes the thin streams of skirt fabric up, moving his hand inward, and up my thigh.

The tickle of his fingers moving closer and closer toward my pulsing mound is pain and pleasure defined. I writhe beneath him, my breath catching as he stares deeply into my eyes. Without breaking our connect, his fingers smooth through the plump wet folds beneath. I have never felt something so delicious, so perfect as his cool fingers dancing across my ecstasy. I reach down and run my cupped hand up his shaft, trapped beneath fabric and string. When I reach the top, I untie the singular

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