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"Tell me what you want, Kilian . . . ."

"What's happening to me?" he wondered. Why did he keep having these dreams?

He sighed and sank down under the tree. He'd had dreams before, every now and again, of kissing Erionda. Lately, though, the dreams had gotten more potent, more real. Even now, he ached so badly that he closed his eyes against the force of his need. He'd never felt anything quite as overpowering as the current of wanting, the desperation of his state of mind. He had to do something or he'd end up going crazy.

Staggering to his feet, Kilian headed toward the nearby oasis, knowing in the back of his mind that it was a completely hopeless endeavor. He'd done the same thing for the last four nights, seeking out some sort of relief in the cold night waters. It never, ever worked.

This dream had been the worst of them. The first dream had been no more than the heat of her lips against his, and that had been enough to keep him awake the rest of the night. It seemed like the images grew steadily worse with every passing night.

Rising out of the water, Rio blinked a thin white cotton tunic clung to her skin as the water rippled off. Her hips disappeared from view under the ebbing current. Sitting on the rock watching over her as she bathed, Kilian never had the strength to resist her, couldn’t ignore her, didn’t really want to. Her wet hands slipped into his hair, pulling herself up as he wrapped his arms around her, as he accepted the passion behind her kiss, as he pulled her closer to his body.

Bathed in moonlight her body was veiled only by dark shadows, glimmering planes, droplets of water like diamonds on her skin and scales. She pulled him into the water, shoved aside his shirt, forcing him back against the rocks, she trapped him with her body. hands running up and down his chest. Her mouth scorched him, as he gasped her name. Every part of her called to him, tugged at him, as though her body was able to speak to his, as though nothing mattered by the moment the time. the tide of ignited passion.

I want you, she whispered, please.

“Er-R-Rio,” he rasped out, unable to think as she touched him. His body reacted to her touch. Fire. Intense, burning, unyielding fire... Powerless to stop her, terrified, yet accepting. Something...

It was then Kilian had jerked awake. Grimacing at his own weakness, Kilian blocked that out of his mind. Something about it had felt immoral, dirty, as though he shouldn’t have put a face on his need, as though he were somehow belittling her with what he had done. What he hadn’t expected was to find Rio already sitting at the water’s Oasis. When had she woken up?

Kilian leaned against a large standing rock staring over Rio’s form. Frowning as he pondered the recent events. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He had been debating if Rio’s actions in the tunnels were really her own, or feelings she had conjured out of fear and desperation.

Kilian froze, looking up to find her eyes searching his figure. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. He ached to move towards her. Wanted so bad to embrace her right then and there.

“Yes.” He whispered softly.

He didn’t say anything, trying to keep the burning desire under control. No he wasn’t okay. He wanted her, and he wanted her to want him. “You promised me a favor.” Kilian muttered, breaking the contact between them as he looked away. His face flushing below his dark skin. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to ask her?

Kilian could feel his face warming under her gentle perusal. The worry evident in her expression only made it that much worse. Ah, hell how am I supposed to ask her? He wanted this. Badly. However, he was afraid he’d scare her off. Was it too soon? Would she back away from him, appalled that he would ask such a thing of her? He looked into her eyes, desperate for the contact he so desired.

“I want you... to kiss me.”

There. He had asked her. The words had come out in a hushed tone but were loud enough for Erionda to hear. His fists clenched at his sides and he readied himself for the rejection he feared so much. It would break him. Her rejecting him. He knew it would. He’d much rather face a dozen Diabi than lose her.

Kilian swallowed hard but couldn’t look away. “I want you to kiss me...” Again, he had uttered his desires. His body shook as he stayed in the spot he was at, fearing moving would somehow break the spell they both seemed to be under at the moment. He watched as her skin blushed and another rush of heat swept through his body.

Staring at her with an inscrutable frown, as though he were trying to read her mind, Kilian didn’t look away as more color seeped into his cheeks. He felt the heat of the blush covering his skin. He was a warrior. He had never blushed so much in his lifetime, not even as a child. This woman, though, brought out feelings in him he never knew where there

Kilian nodded slowly. Was he sure? He had never wished for something as much as he did at that moment. Kissing Erionda, he knew, would be like walking in heaven. The desire that had slowly consumed him since meeting her had turned into a raging fire. Every time he had seen her, he wished to embrace her. Hold her. He had held back, though, knowing she disliked being touched by others. He had respected her. He watched her face carefully, wanting to see her reaction.