She knew he wanted to lie in her arms and join with her again. The memory of this man made her ache, craving the pleasure he’d given her before. Arik Thorgrim confused her. He was hard-headed and arrogant, but he was far more intelligent than other men she’d met. He was a man of strategy, one who knew how to read people. And God help her, he seemed to see beneath her protests. She did want him, despite all the reasons this was wrong. He was more alive than any other man she’d met. None of the gentlemen of the ton would behave in this way. They would court a woman by dancing with her or asking permission to call upon her. Arik Thorgrim would never ask. It was not only his primitive mannerisms or his clothing. Everything about this man spoke of a warrior. And yet, he had never once harmed her. He was strong enough to overpower her at any moment, but he had not done so. He possessed the honor William had lacked.
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