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41 " When he didn’t say anything else, Odette’s hand moved down his arm, and she slipped her hand inside his. His heart beat like a thundering of horses’ hooves as she gently squeezed. "
― Melanie Dickerson , The Huntress of Thornbeck Forest (A Medieval Fairy Tale, #1)
42 " Already very near to him, she moved a bit closer. He disengaged his hand and touched her face. Her skin was like silk, and he let his fingers glide along her jawline. Her lips parted, and he noticed the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed more rapidly. His own breath felt shallow and raspy. He leaned down. Before he could let his reason take over, he pressed his lips against hers. A tiny sound escaped her throat, and his mind seemed to leave him entirely. He cupped her cheek in his hand and pulled her mouth full against his. Even "
43 " The sight of her closed eyelids and parted lips was too much for his weak restraint, and he kissed her again. She put her hands on both sides of his face and started to kiss him back. "
44 " Odette felt as if she were floating. She could still feel Jorgen’s lips on hers, "
45 " Her heart swelled with an emotion she had never felt before. Did she dare call it love? For the second time tonight, she suspected her heart had ignored all her warnings that falling in love with the forester was imprudent and impossible. Oh, dear heaven, what am I to do now? Her "
46 " Marrying Mathis made sense. It would solve all their problems. Except her problem of wanting Jorgen. But it hurt too much to think about that. "
47 " Wait. Please.” Odette touched his hand. She wasn’t sure what to say to him, but she couldn’t bear for him to leave. “Stay with me.” He stared down at her hand and bowed his head over it. She couldn’t resist lifting her other hand to touch his hair. It was as soft as she thought it would be. When he didn’t move, she slowly wrapped a lock of it around her fingertip. There was sadness in the way his shoulders and head were bowed. "
48 " He slipped his hand under hers and bowed his head over it. His breath touched her skin and sent a tingling sensation up her arm. "
49 " He suddenly wanted to take her and run away, to go where the margrave would never find her. "
50 " He sat down, his eyes locked on hers. Although his gaze did stray to her lips, if he was honest with himself, and he did think about kissing her. But then he locked on to her eyes again. She "
51 " She stared down at her folded hands in her lap, her lips parted in a way that made his heart pound against his chest at the thought of kissing them. He "
52 " Thank you for saving my life.” His voice was rough and thick, and his throat bobbed. Her heart thumped against her chest. As he leaned over her, oh, how she wished he would kiss her. But "
53 " Stand aside.” Jorgen pushed past Mathis. “What do you think you are—?” Mathis halted his objection as Jorgen threw back the sheet and slid his arms under her. He lifted her easily and carried her past Mathis and Rutger, who stood with their mouths open. He carried her through the narrow corridor of their house and through the front door. He knelt beside the litter attached to Mathis’s horse and laid her down so tenderly, something inside her chest seemed to break. She "
54 " He went to help her dismount. Odette held on to him. She didn’t meet his eyes, and she did not remove her hands from his shoulders. Instead, she seemed to be staring at his chest. Then her hands slipped around his neck and she pressed her face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her. Was she crying? She wasn’t shaking or making any weeping sounds. “I know I have no right,” she whispered. He stroked her hair and squeezed her shoulder. When she pulled away, he felt his heart wrench. But he let her go. Odette "
55 " A new husband and wife need a home. And now I insist you take to wife this lawless young woman as quickly as may be.” Odette "
56 " As soon as they were out of sight of the margrave, she turned to him in the dimly lit corridor, slipped her arms around his neck, and before she could close her eyes, he was kissing her. "
57 " JORGEN KISSED HER like a man dying of thirst and she was the only source of water. He took her breath away. Odette was transported to a place that was above the earth, above the clouds, floating higher and higher. She was marrying Jorgen Hartman. When "
58 " When he pulled away, he looked into her eyes, then kissed her again, as if he needed one more sip. But then he needed another, and another, his hands coming up to cradle her face. Soon she was quite dizzy. She held on tighter, choosing not to tell him she needed to sit down until her knees stopped shaking. He "
59 " They stood still, their hearts beating close together, not speaking, waiting for their rapid breathing to slow. As "
60 " His nearness, his touch, his smell, and the lingering feeling of his lips on hers all combined to make her heart soar. How was it possible to feel so free when she was about to be married, to belong to someone forever? "