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  When their lips met, she could have sworn that fireworks erupted around their heads, and the world disappeared, leaving only the two of them to work things out. He pulled her into his body, and her breasts pressed up against his chest. Isabella let him control the kiss as she relaxed into his hold.

  This experience, this feeling infused her cells and made her vagina tighten. Something was missing as she rubbed herself next to his body. Hawk moaned into her mouth as his hands framed her face while he continued to kiss her. Wow, if this is what making love entailed, why had she never done this before? Why had no man ever tried such a wondrous act with her before now?

  Isabella couldn't get enough of him. When he pushed her up against the wall, she welcomed the added support because she thought at any moment she might collapse from the shear pleasure of Hawk's mouth. What would it feel like to feel his talented tongue across her nipples?

  As if a cold breeze whipped around them in the hallway, the little buds hardened against her bra, and the friction added a pleasurable sensation. Then, Hawk's hand found the aching tips through her shirt and bra. He played with one nipple then the other.

  "Hawk," she breathed.

  "Mmm, Isabella. The things you make me feel." He moved his hand under her clothes, and the first skin on skin contact made her lungs cease working. The hot sensation burned along her flesh playing and coaxing her body into higher arousal. Moisture oozed from between her legs, and she tightened her thighs hoping to quell the sudden need there, but it only made it worse.

  "What are you doing to me? You must be some type of wizard working your magic on me."

  Hawk kissed her neck and lightly nipped her skin. His hand moved down her side, skimming to the front of her abdomen where he dipped below her pants and cupped her mound.

  Isabella's body arched. She felt his smile upon her skin.

  "Isabella. You are the witch, not I."

  "I've just never felt this for anyone before."

  Leaning away from her, his dark eyes searched her features.

  "That pleases me greatly. Against all that is evil, whenever you want me to stop, I will stop. You only have to ask."

  Hawk dipped his head to her neck and worked his fingers through her curls at the junction of her thighs searching out her core.

  Isabella knew she must stop him. This had gotten way out of control, but, as her mind screamed no, her body screamed yes. Yes! It's about damn time.

  Sensation and emotions stormed the walls she carefully erected. She was supposed to stay pure at least until after Halloween. She remembered her mother’s words, "Isabella, you have the potential to be very powerful. You could be High Priestess someday. Just keep your body pure and avoid the temptations you will face."

  Like a splash of cold water, Isabella pushed Hawk's hands away from her body. As he stepped away, she saw the passion in his eyes and the need to finish what they started. Her eyes strayed to his groin. Isabella couldn't believe the generous muscle made for pleasure. The bulge was thick, pressing against his pants.

  Not even seeing him naked, Isabella feared his size. How could something so obviously thick fit inside a human body?

  His chest went up and down as if Hawk were trying to find his control.

  "I'm sorry, Hawk."

  "No, I understand." His hand went up to the uneven skin around his neck. "How could someone like you find me attractive?"

  The need to comfort him assailed her heart. She reached out to touch his face, but Hawk looked away. She saw the pain clearly on his face before he hid it from her.

  "It's not you, Hawk. I can't explain it, but I feel as if I have fallen right into the cauldron of temptation."

  "Go to bed, Isabella. I'll see you in the morning."

  Just like that, Hawk turned his back and continued down the long corridor. She watched him with a proud, straight back until he turned a corner. Instantly, she felt like someone had severed her arm. The ache, the emptiness took her breath away with its consumption of her body.

  Taking a deep breath, Isabella forced herself to go into her room.

  Once inside, the candles burning around the edge of the room cast an eerie shadow across the furniture. She stood by the door and looked around. The two chairs had black satin seats with high backs. They fit right into the whole castle decor. The four poster bed sat up against the far wall with large red and black thick velvet curtains pulled back at the side. Creeping forward, Isabella ran her hand across the black and red comforter letting the fine hairs tickle her palm.

  The bed alone was big enough to hold four large people. She feared she would feel terribly lonely in such empty space. Turning, Isabella looked longingly at the door thinking for just a moment how wonderful it would be to see Hawk stride through the door and cross the room to take her in his arms.

  "You’re just being fanciful, Isabella."

  Finding the bathroom through a door she thought was the closet, Isabella went ahead and washed her face and readied herself for bed. This had been the strangest day of her life. How could she feel such strong feelings for a total stranger? After she laid eyes on him, she felt as if she had finally found home.

  Climbing under the covers, Isabella closed her eyes and sleep overtook her immediately.

  Chapter 5

  Her dreams were fitful. Hawk was there with her as they stood in front of a pit of roaring fire. He wore a black suit with a blood red tie. His short hair accented the sharpness of his cheekbones, and Isabella found she wanted to caress the curves of his jaw to work out the tension she knew was there.

  Hawk stared into the pit of fire with its red and orange flames. Shadows danced along the walls around them like worshipers of some evil spirit. Her eyes followed the mysterious creatures around the wall and began to notice the intimate way they moved together. She couldn't hear any music, but she could almost feel the beat of the flames creating a dance of forbidden pleasures.

  The shadows moved in fluid motions creating dark hands and legs caressing the shadow next to it. One appeared to bend the other over while gliding his shadow hands down the back of the one in front of him. Then, the dark images faded together where Isabella thought the hips should be. Transfixed by the sight, she watched as one pulled away and pushed back in.

  Her own body recognized the passion on the walls as moisture seeped between her legs. She wanted to reach down and rub the spot, but she couldn't knowing that Hawk stood so close to her.

  Feeling the brush of flesh behind her, she looked over her shoulder and saw Hawk standing with his chest to her back. She enjoyed the feel of him being there. This was only a dream, so she allowed herself to feel openly what she suppressed earlier when in his presence. She leaned back into him.

  His strong arms wrapped around her stomach.

  "Do you like their dance, Isabella? They so enjoy a celebration."

  "A celebration? What do they have to celebrate?"

  "Why, Halloween, of course. They will step from the walls and take a flesh form. On this night, they are able to feel and touch and experience a heightened sense of passion,” Hawk whispered in her ear. The feel of breath on her skin made goose bumps rise across her flesh. He felt her shiver and pulled her into his body tighter.

  "That's amazing. I've never heard of this type of magic. It can't be good magic."

  "Why not? They only want to experience the pleasures of human flesh. They do not kill or maim but relish in the sins of the flesh."

  "Mmm. You make it sound so wonderful."

  "It is wonderful, Isabella."

  His lips touched her neck, causing her to jump. Then, her body relaxed, letting her mind experience, if only in a dream, what she wouldn't be able to experience in reality.

  "Let me show you, Isabella. Let me in. Let me touch you and open you up to the desire I know you feel."

  The images along the walls danced faster. One would move; then, the next would move into it. Then, she began to see the way they slowly grew thicker along the walls. The flicker of the fl
ames in the fire fueled their dark dance. Little by little the shadow people thickened against the wall. They danced and touched until they were like living people moving across the walls. One fell off the edge to touch the floor; then, the next one did the same.

  Isabella stiffened as Hawk continued to kiss her neck then her shoulder. He pulled her shirt away until his lips touched the smooth flesh. It sent heat straight to her core where her thighs tightened with a sudden need.

  The shadow people fell one by one taking up positions around the fire until they formed a ring around the pit—also around Hawk and Isabella. A chanting echoed off the walls touching something inside her. It was as if they spoke in her mind. "You are the one. You are his queen. Listen to your heart. Let him in."

  Over and over they chanted. Her body obeyed. Her mind focused on their words. Turning in his arms, she grabbed his jaw between her hands, arching her mouth up to kiss him. Hawk welcomed her tongue, stroking it with his own, showing her how gentle—how loving—he could be. It would be wonderful to be a Queen, but this was just a dream, and every girl wished to be a Queen.

  Isabella let go of his jaw allowing her hands to travel down his broad shoulders to his chest as she explored the muscles there. He was so strong; his magic was powerful. If anyone could stop Rita from finding and killing her, Hawk could be the one. There was a reason fate brought her to him.

  "Oh, Hawk. Too bad this is just a dream."

  He pulled away, looking deep into her eyes. "Ah, yes. Just a dream, Isabella. When next we meet, welcome me; we will work through your fear. For now, let me touch you. Let yourself taste a hint of pleasure."

  Nodding her head, gazing into his eyes, Isabella whispered, "Yes."

  Instantly, she felt they were alone in the room. Hawk picked her up placing her on a bed she hadn't realized was behind her.

  He lay down beside her, placing a kiss on her lips. He began stroking her side under her shirt. The feel of his fingers excited her. She couldn't wait to see what he would do. Her hand brushed his hips, then over his large member, hard and ready for her. Through his pants she couldn't resist cupping her hand around the length.

  Hawk hissed. "If you want me to keep hold of this small amount of goodness I have conjured up, then keep your hands away from that area. You will feel its full effect soon enough."

  His words made her smile. Isabella found she couldn't wait to truly feel him inside her, brushing up against her moist walls. The sound of her zipper sliding down brought her attention back to his quest. Hawk worked his hands underneath her panties finding once again her center.

  "You are so wet for me, Isabella. I have longed for this moment. You are truly the light of my soul. The one who will keep me sane. Let me feel your walls wrap around my finger."

  He pushed through her curls to her entrance, dipping his large finger inside. Her body arched as the heat of him inside her coursed through her veins. Oh my, the feeling, the rush, the emotions, and the unbelievable waterfall of passion that consumed her. He pushed in a little farther then retreated. Inside she felt him massage her. A new wave of pleasure assailed her body. She grabbed his chest pulling him closer to her mouth, seeking out his lips.

  Her hips found a rhythm pumping up and down to his orchestration. She couldn't imagine she missed out on this passion. She wanted more; she wanted something more. His tongue teased, tasting her mouth. She sucked on the thick muscle wishing she could suck on something else. Where that thought came from she didn't know, but she found that she liked it very much. She wanted to taste him, to hold him in her between her teeth.

  His finger worked in faster and harder until her body tensed with an oncoming explosion. She felt a powerful wave start from her toes working its way up to her hips then to her chest where it seemed to rise up higher and higher before blossoming out over her in a massive wave of desire. Her climax lasted forever. With each stroke of his finger, it seemed like he fueled it higher. Then, he slowed as the wave receded. Her body tingled but was once again her own.

  "You are magnificent, Isabella. I want you so much right now."

  Lying limp, she shook her head. "I honestly don't think I can move."

  His chuckle startled her, making her raise her head to look at him. His eyes glistened while his lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners with satisfaction. Leaning forward, she kissed each side of his lips.

  "You really need to smile more."

  "You make me smile, Isabella, but now you must go."

  Something unseen began to pull at her body. She reached out to Hawk, but he moved far away from her. He stood at the end of the bed and kissed the tips of his fingers then blew her a kiss.

  "See you soon, light of my soul."

  Jerking awake, Isabella's breathe was coming in quick gasps. Her heart pounded against her chest as if it was fighting its way out. She placed her hand over her heart, feeling the beat of it against her palm. Taking stock of her body, her core ached. Isabella reached a hand down to her pussy to rub at the spot hoping to ease the slight pain. That small touch sent a trail of fire straight to her womb waking her.

  "Man. What a dream."

  A rush of excitement ran through her veins as she also remembered that today was Halloween. Her powers would grow once the night fell. She couldn't wait. Then, she could take what Hawk offered and feel his real touch upon her body.

  A knock sounded on the door as a woman walked into her room. She wore a dark dress that hung straight down to her knees where it looked as if pieces had been torn from it. One sleeve was longer than the other. Her feet were bare with dirt dotting her darkened skin. When the woman looked up, her face was pale, but she had the most striking silver eyes. Her hair hung in clumps at the side of her face, making Isabella wonder if the woman had bathed in a century. When she opened her mouth, unbelievably her teeth were straight and the perfect shade of white. The contrast made Isabella suck in a breath.

  "Master Hawk would like you to join him for breakfast. If you will dress, I will take you there."

  Chapter 6

  Isabella's day with Hawk turned out to be magnificent. He took her on a tour around his castle and the outside gardens. It was, however, strange that everything seemed to bloom in dull colors. She still enjoyed it, though, letting the strangeness of her surroundings not take up much of her thoughts.

  As the day grew later and later, Isabella found Hawk’s presence comforting. He doted on her and made sure she had everything she needed. When she got thirsty or hungry, he called the same woman, who first entered her room, to fetch everything they needed without ever uttering a word.

  Hawk was attentive. In the light of his sun, which was never fully as bright as her own sun in her realm, he looked even more attractive than when she first laid eyes on him.

  With each breath he took and each brush of his body against hers, she fell deeper and deeper in love with him. Could it be the world she was in had somehow warped her emotions? she wondered. Should she even question the fact she finally found someone to love who she thought might love her back?

  Now as they walked inside the castle, he captured her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm—so very gentlemanly of him—and she liked it.

  "Tonight is our Halloween festival. This is a special night for our people here."

  "Really? How wonderful. Tonight is special for me also."

  "Yes, you said you were a witch. Isn't it tonight when your powers could grow?" He carefully guided her toward her room, she noticed.

  "Yes. That's true."

  "Are you scared not being close to your coven for a time like this?"

  Isabella risked a look in his direction as he walked with his eyes straight ahead. His profile was breathtaking as well, and she couldn’t keep the smile from her lips.

  "I would be if I had to go through this all alone."

  His hand covered hers and squeezed.

  "No, you do not have to go through this alone." He looked pointedly in her direction, not allowing any emotion to cro
ss his face.

  "Thank you, Hawk. I appreciate your help."

  Finally reaching her door, she found herself once again staring up into his beautiful eyes. He gazed down at her and placed his finger under her chin, lifting it ever so carefully.

  "I will always do what I can for you, Isabella."

  Slowly, as if the world stopped spinning, he lowered his lips centimeter by centimeter until she felt his breath upon her waiting lips. Then, he touched them, and she drowned in his kiss, a kiss that spoke of so much and promised of more things to come. In her response, she answered that tonight she would be ready and waiting for him with open arms.

  Pulling away, he couldn't quite completely sever his connection as he held her face in his hands. "There is a new gown waiting for you. Please wear it for me. I'll be waiting downstairs for you, and I'll escort you to the festival." With her lips still burning from his kiss, all she could do was nod. He stepped away and bowed slightly before turning and walking away.

  Feeling giddy, Isabella entered her room to get ready for the evening. The air around her felt a little more alive as her steps fell lightly across the floor. Her mind conjured images of Hawk. He was definitely a harsh man, but beneath his rough exterior, she knew inside he held a heart. It would only take some time to cut through his strong show of strength. She was up for a challenge like that. It would help keep her mind away from Rita and her evil. How she wished Peter would stand up to her and take over the coven.

  Walking through the room, her eyes went straight to the fall of material on the bed. Her breath ceased in her throat as she took in the most beautiful piece of cloth she had ever laid eyes upon. With its wide skirt, the blackness of it was interlaced with gold and red glittery ribbon. The waist was cinched indicating that it would flatter her small form.

  Rushing over to the beautiful dress, Isabella picked it up and held it close to her chest. Smiling big and feeling like she had stepped into some fairy tale, she couldn't believe the stroke of luck she was having. Now, if only her power would grow without any trouble, then her world would be good.