But that was why they called them rogues. Lotharios. Don Juans. They applied the same skill and relentless determination to seduction that they applied to the art of war—to conquests of any sort.
Resurrecting the tatters of her defenses, she steeled her will against his advances.
The Hawk was lost. Lost as he'd been since the moment he'd laid eyes upon the bewitching lass. No matter her strange fancies risen from some secret and terrible past. He would discover a way to erase all her fears. The things Grimm had told him signified nothing. With love he could overcome any obstacle in time. His lady hawk she would be, for now and always. He treasured her yielding to his hands, savored like the rarest delicacy the sweet honey of her lips, trembled at the thought that she would one day feel for him as he felt for her. With her it would never be like it had been before, empty and hollow.
Nay, with this lass he would mate for life. She had no eye for the beauty the other women had so adored. This lass possessed secrets of her own. Horrors of her own. Depth of her own. All in all, a rare lass indeed. He was sinking, sinking into her depths… the kiss deepened ferociously and he felt her teeth graze his lower lip. It maddened him beyond control.
"Oh!" she breathed, as he nipped her silken neck.
Emboldened by his success, he breathed the first tentative words. He needed to tell her; needed her to understand that this was no game. That he had never in his life felt this way, and never would again. She was the one he'd been waiting for all these years—me one that completed his heart. "Ari, my heart, my love, I—"
"Oh, hush, Adam! No need for words." She pressed her lips to his to silence him.
Hawk froze, rigid as an arctic glacier and every bit as chill.
His lips went still against hers, and Adrienne's heart screamed in agony. But how much worse would it scream if she became a fool again?
His hands dug cruelly into her sides. They would leave bruises that would last for days. Slowly, very slowly, one by one, his fingers unclenched.
She had said his name!
"The next time you say Adam's name, lass, is the time I stop asking for what I already own and start taking. You seem to forget that you belong to me. There is no need for me to seduce you when I could simply take you to my bed. The choice is yours, Adrienne. I bid you—choose wisely."
Hawk left the broch without another word, leaving Adrienne alone in the darkness.
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CHAPTER 14
adrienne should have worked up an appetite. She'd spent the rest of the day after the falcon incident wandering every inch of the bailey. Was this day ever going to end? she wondered. She must have walked twenty miles, so she should have burned off some of her pent-up frustration. Even her elite guard had looked a little peaked when she'd finally consented to return to the castle proper and brave encountering the Hawk.
Dinner offered fluffy potato soup, thick with melting cheese and spiced with five peppers; a delicate white fish steamed above a fire in oiled olive leaves, garnished with buttery crab; asparagus seared to perfection; plump sausages and crisp breads; puddings and fruits; lemony tarts and blueberry pie. Adrienne couldn't eat a morsel.
Dinner was awful.
If she glanced up one more time and caught the look of death the Hawk had fixed on her, she would have to stuff a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming.
Adrienne sighed deeply as she spooned at the soup everyone else seemed to be relishing. She pushed it, poked at it, smashed the fluffy stuff. She was busily rearranging her asparagus into neat little rows when the Hawk finally spoke.
"If you're going to play with your food, Adrienne, you might give it to someone who's truly hungry."
"Like you, my lord?" Adrienne smiled sweetly at the Hawk's plate, which was also laden with untouched food.
His mouth tightened in a grim line.
"Is the food not to your liking, Adrienne, dear?" Lydia asked.
"It's wonderful. I guess I still don't have my appetite back—" she started.
Lydia sprang to her feet. "Perhaps you should still be resting, Adrienne," she exclaimed, shooting an accusing look at her son. The Hawk rolled his eyes, refusing to get involved.
"Oh, no, Lydia," Adrienne protested quickly. "I am totally recovered." No way she was going back to the Green Lady's room and playing invalid. Too many strange memories there. Tonight she planned to find a new room to sleep in; there certainly wasn't a shortage in this massive castle. She was rather looking forward to exploring the place further and selecting a room of her own. "Really, I'm fine. I just ate too much at lunch."
"You didn't eat lunch," Hawk said flatly.
"Oh, and who are you to know?" she shot back. "Maybe I ate in the kitchen."