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his horse to a stop, and lifted his hand to tell his friend to remain silent. He sat listening and there it was again, the sound of soft laughter floating on the breeze. Smiling grimly, he swung down off his stallion. “Wait here, Duncan, I think I have just found my missing bride.”
    Surprised , raising a bushy brow, Duncan dismounted, took Tarrel’s reins and stood silently by the horses to wait for his friend to return.
    Quietly m oving towards the soft laughter, he parted the thick bushes and stopped dead. He was taken completely by surprise, he could only stand there in utter amazement and watch the woman playing in the water. It must be a water nymph, the woman couldn’t be real, not this goddess.
    By G od, she was a beauty, with her long ash blonde hair plastered wetly to her glistening wet body. And what a figure, slim hipped, a waist he could easily span with his hands and breasts that were full, yet were standing up proudly. He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her face and already his cock was erect and demanding satisfaction.
    I f this was the lass that he was betrothed to there would be no way he would end the agreement. No, he wanted this woman and he would have this woman. With that thought determinedly set in his mind, he pushed the bushes further apart and stepped into the clearing. “’Tis lucky ye are lass that ‘tis I that have come upon ye while ye are behaving so scandalously and nay someone else. Running around naked as the day ye were born even a dead man would rise to the occasion.”
    Frightened nearly to death at hearing the deep male voice behind her, Dalla cried out and dropped beneath the water. Wrapping her arms over her breasts, she twisted around and stared in wide eyed fear. She was terrified by the sheer size of the huge dark man standing on the bank. He was so tall, so wide of shoulder and his thighs were as thick as tree trunks.
    He w as dark all over, his body a threatening weapon, power and strength emanated from him. She trembled beneath the water and bit her lip wondering if it would even be possible to escape this dark devil and the ugly, heinous thing he was going to do to her because there was no doubt in her mind that this black devil would violate her if he were to get his hands on her. Terror screamed through her veins and she knew that if she didn’t escape, her life would be over.
    Scared witless , squatting beneath the water, unable to barely draw breath, she fearfully licked a droplet of water off her upper lip and moved slowly backwards to the other side of the pool. Each step she took back, she continued to stare in unmitigated fear at the huge dark stranger and prayed that he would remain where he was long enough for her to flee to safety.
    When the water no longer covered her chest, she spun away and standing up, she rushed from the pond and through the bushes, frantically hoping that she would find somewhere to hide. Her desperation sent wings to her feet as she flew through the thickets, seeking an escape. Each painful breath she took tore through her lungs and her eyes darted in desperation for somewhere to hide.
    In a panic, she ran for her life, she didn’t know who the man was, but she sensed the danger that came from him. She kept running and suddenly she cried out as she twisted her ankle and fell to her knees. Breathing heavily, she couldn’t help but shriek in frustration and terror. Forcing herself to stand up, she whimpered softly then tried to put weight on her ankle and felt the sharp pain shoot up into her calf.
    Desperately, she searched the area, her heart beating in panic, she needed somewhere to hide and the only place that might serve her purpose was a clump of thickets. Just as she stared to hobble over to them, a large, powerful arm wrapped around her waist and she was lifted off her feet, the massive limb squeezing the air right out of from her lungs.
    She felt the hot breath on her naked shoulder and for a moment stiffened in the tight