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“Witch,” he said in a husky whisper.

Knowing he wanted her so badly was electrifying. She was inexperienced, but not foolish. She knew Matthew could have any woman he wanted…and he wanted her.

She laughed softly against his mouth. “Is that what I am?”

“You know you are.”

She looped her arms around his neck. Lifted one leg and wrapped it around his. He groaned with need, and it made her feel incredibly powerful.

“Keep at this,” he said, “I’m going to back you against a tree and take you right here.”

His words, the roughness in his tone, thrilled her. “Do it,” she said, her voice hoarse with excitement.

Everything about him changed. His eyes darkened, his mouth thinned. The underpinning of bone in his face stood out in stark relief. For one wild moment, Mia feared the man who had become her lover… The man she thought had come to kill her.

“Matthew?” she said unsteadily.

His hands clasped her shoulders. He lifted her to her toes and kissed her, his tongue plundering her mouth as he pushed her back against an enormous oak at the edge of the clearing.

“Matthew,” she said again, “wait…”

Too late.

Her cry was lost in the sound of the waterfall as he drove into her. His first thrust lifted her to her toes; his second brought her to a stunning climax. But he was still moving, pumping deep into her womb, and she wound her arms tightly around him, wrapped her legs around him as he cupped her bottom and took her soaring into the heavens with him, so hard, so fast she could only sob with pleasure as she came again and again and again.

His face contorted; a hoarse cry was wrung from his throat, and he exploded inside her.

They clung to each other for long seconds, bodies slippery with sweat, lungs straining for air. Then Matthew shuddered and gathered Mia tightly against him.

“Baby,” he said softly, “sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “No. Oh, no. Don’t be.”

“Did I hurt you? God knows I didn’t mean to. I just—”

“You didn’t hurt me. That was—it was—”

“Wonderful.”

“Yes.”

He clasped her face in his hands, looked into her eyes and kissed her. She kissed him back and then she lay her head against his chest.

“I never—I never knew—”

“No,” he said simply, “neither did I.”

He held her close until he felt her heart, and his, stop racing. Then he drew back again and looked down at her. Her hair was tangled; bits of leaf clung to her skin. Her face was shiny, her mouth bruised from his kisses…

The feathery wings began beating in his chest again.

“Mia,” he said, “Mia, I—I—”

“What?” she said, and waited. The forest seemed to wait with her, all the creatures that lived in it poised to hear words neither she nor he could possibly be crazy enough to feel or say.

“I’m glad I found you.”

She lifted her eyes to his. “I’m glad you found me, too,” she said softly.