Feehan, Christine Dark 06 Dark Fire

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kept the beast in him leashed. Darius knew himself well, his strengths and weaknesses. He was as
merciless and harsh as the land he had grown up in. He was as savage and relentless as the leopards he
had run with. He killed without emotion, without malice, but he killed when he deemed it necessary and
never looked back.
Tempest belonged to him. Somehow, and he had no idea how it had happened, a human was his other
half. Her soul meshed with his, the jagged edges sealing perfectly together. He knew her body was made
for his, that he would find in her the same fire that smoldered within him.
Sleep deeply, honey, with no bad dreams. I will watch over you.style='font-size:
11.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black'>He murmured the words softly in her mind, filling her head with
pleasant dreams, with things he remembered from his childhood. The beauty of the sa-vanna, the mystery
of the monsoon, the abundance of colors, of animals. He conjured up the excitement of his first hunt with
the leopards. He had tried to drop from the branches of a tree as he had seen the older animals doing but
had landed feet in front of his intended victim, inadvertently sending it scurrying out of reach. He found
himself smiling at the memory, smiling as she was doing in her sleep.
His hand closed over hers. Waterfalls, the magnificence of frothy, foaming water cascading hundreds of
feet. Crocodiles, antelope. A pride of lions. With the details came the smells and feel and lulling heat of
Africa. He shared it all with her, replacing the terrible events of her day, of her past, replacing her
nightmare with something beautiful.
You're a remarkable man, Darius.
He went still. Not a muscle in his body moved. Even his breathing ceased. He examined her face. She
had spoken to him telepathically. It was not on the same path used among his family. It was different,
more intimate. But it was her voice; there was no mistaking that. Somehow, in her
compulsion-and-herb-induced sleep, she was still aware of his presence in her mind. It was unbelievable
that a human could have such powers.
He examined her mind again. It was nothing like the human minds he was accustomed to. It intrigued
him, its layers and compartments, as if she had things neatly filed and locked away. Perhaps he had been
too complacent about her.
You can hear me?he asked in her mind.
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Don'tyou want me to hear you? Why else are you tellingme of all thesewonderful places and
exciting memories if you didn't want me to hear you?
He again noticed the velvet huskiness of her voice, like a drowsy caress, a lover turning her body
mindlessly into his. Did she always sound that way? Did the others hear that sexy, erotic note in her
voice?
This way of communicatingstyle='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; color:black'>does not frighten
you? he asked.
I'm dreaming. I don't mind dreaming about you. You're sharing my mind; I'm sharing yours. I
know your only wish is to help me sleep without nightmares.
Could it be that simple? Did she believe she was dreaming the whole thing? Darius brought her hand to
the warmth of his mouth. He was smiling as he kissed her knuckles. Her hand was still bruised from her
fight earlier in the day. Without conscious thought, he stroked his tongue over the dark purple-and-blue
mark.Sleep, baby. Sleep deep, and worry about nothing .Allow your body to heal.
Good night, Darius. Don't you worry so muchstyle='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;
color:black'>aboutme. I'm like a cat: I always land on my feet.
Chapter Four
Tempest woke slowly, as if emerging through a layer of hazy clouds. She was sore, every muscle
protesting when she moved, yet not nearly as much as she had expected. She sat up, looking warily
around her. Her body was alive with feeling, her skin sensitive beyond belief. She remembered the horror
of the attack on her like a vague nightmare. What was vivid and sharp, every detail imprinted forever in
her mind, was the memory of Darius's tongue caressing every bruise, taking away her pain and fear,
replacing it with erotic, burning pleasure. She wanted to believe that one was a nightmare and the other a
romantic dream, but Tempest always looked reality in the face. It was how she lived, how she survived.
She might lie to someone else if it was necessary but never to herself. The things Darius had done in her
dream world were all too real. She had been in some kind of a trance, half awake, half asleep. And they
had talked to one another using only their minds, in much the same way she communicated with animals,
only using words, not just images. Telepathy.
She took a deep breath and looked around her. She was alone in the luxurious motor home except for
the two leopards, who each opened a sleepy eye at her stirring but did not seem inclined to get up.
Tempest pushed a hand through her hair. Should she strike out on her own or take her chances with
whatever kind of creature she had stumbled onto?
She hadn't had much luck with humans and had always preferred the company of animals. Last night,
when her mind had connected with Darius's, she had recognized his brain patterns as being like an
animal's in many respects. He had highly developed instincts and senses like those of the leopard. She
knew he was a formidable hunter, but she had detected no evil in him.
Darius could have killed her anytime he wanted. He could have used her for food, if that was what these
creatures did. But he hadn't done either. He had come after her when she was in trouble. He had treated
her gently and compassionately. And he had tenderly attempted to heal her bruised body and take away
the worst of her memories. The cost had not been small to him. Darius wanted her. She had felt the
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burning heat in him. She had been all but helpless, yet he hadn't acted on the demands of his body. She
had felt his enormous energy drain out of him and into her while he was healing her. He had been
extremely tired after using his great strength to ease her suffering, and she had even felt a gnawing, biting,
insatiable hunger, his mind merging with hers until she was uncertain where her feelings left off and his
began.
She sighed and pushed at the hair falling loose from the thick braid he had woven. No one ever had
treated her as Darius had. He was kind and thoughtful, even tender, but for all that he wasn't an easy man
to be around. Especially when she was so used to being on her own. His arrogance, his complete
confidence in himself and his abilities, had a tendency to set her teeth on edge. Obviously he was
accustomed to deference to his every wish. She was accustomed to being utterly independent. She bit at
her lip, her teeth scraping back and forth as she thought it out.
Darius wasn't just arrogantly expecting obedience from her. It was far more than that. Hard possession
lit the depths of his eyes, gave them a burning intensity, revealing a hunger only for her. "No, way, Rusti,"
she whispered aloud to herself. "That maniac is used to protecting and controlling everyone around him,
so don't let your hormones start running away with you. And vampires are out of the question. You didn't [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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