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herself shivering as her knight’s hand moved over
the thin linen of her shift to the hem. Her back arched reflexively as his long
fingers gently caressed the skin of her belly and traced the curves at the base
of her breasts. Her breath caught in her chest and she felt her body rise to
his touch when his hand cupped the full roundness of her breast. And as his thumb drew tight circles around the hardening nipple, sparks of fire shot through
her.
    So new and yet so thrilling,
Catherine sighed in her state of bliss. To have a mere touch make her insides
quiver so exquisitely.
    Something hot throbbed insistently
against her thigh, and as her knight’s hand again slid down over her belly,
Catherine’s lips opened and her breaths began to shorten. A soft moan escaped
her lips. Molten liquid was flowing within her, building in pulsing waves as
his fingers slid through her downy mound. She felt him move, felt his body
rising. There was a whisper, inaudible, almost a growl, and then her knight’s
lips were on her neck, moving, brushing against her earlobe, kissing the line
of her jaw...her cheek. Catherine waited.
     His kiss was gentle at first. A
brush of lips, but so real. So unlike her long recurring dreams of the two of
them drifting into each other’s embrace, her body molding to his as the mist
would softly steal around them. She could feel the pressure of his mouth. The
groan of approval when she parted her lips. And then the knight’s tongue swept
deeply into her mouth, shocking her with a reality that left her gasping for
breath. Catherine’s eyes flew open.
    This was no dream. This was not her
knight. As she felt his knee press between her legs, she jerked her mouth away,
breaking off the kiss. She tried to push at his chest.
    “What the devil...?” came the growl
through the darkness.
    This was no dream, she thought
again with a flash of panic as the coarse skin of a man’s chin rubbed hard
against her cheek. She beat his naked shoulder with her one free hand. Grabbing
at his long hair, she yanked with all her strength, but nothing could move the
beast.      
    His hand came up quickly, catching
hold of her wrist, but she reared up instinctively and bit down with all her
strength on a powerful forearm. 
    The man gave an angry roar of pain
and leaped back, snatching his hand away. But this was all the time she needed
as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
    “Hush, you cursed she-devil!” The
man shouted, leaning over her again. But Catherine went wild beneath his
shifting weight. Kicking him with all her strength in the groin, she twisted to
the side, clawing her way to the edge of the bed. But the villain grabbed her
by the waist.
    “Wait! I’ll not hurt you, though
God knows, I...”
    The door from the other chamber
burst open and, David Hume, holding a torch aloft, charged in, his sword
flashing in the light.
    Catherine’s eyes darted from the warrior’s
naked skin to the gleaming flesh of Ellen Crawford in the open door behind him.
    “Up, you villainous blackguard.
Prepare to die!” 
    With a flick of his arm, her
attacker tossed Catherine to the side and leaped toward David, snatching his
own long sword from the floor beside the huge bed.
    “Nay, you son of a whore! You’re
the dog who is about to choke in his own blood!”
    Ellen’s shocked gasp stopped the
two men in their tracks.
    “John!” she whispered, her panic
evident in the single word. Raising her thin chemise over her breasts in a
belated attempt to cover herself, the young woman started backing out the door.
    Catherine’s head snapped around as
she saw her assailant move menacingly toward David Hume. Suddenly, there was no
question in her mind whose blood would be shed on this floor. The red-haired
giant Ellen had called John stood head and shoulders above David and from the
powerful breadth of his shoulders, Catherine was certain that he could cut her
would-be rescuer in half. And from the stunned look on his face, she