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She ran her fingers through her lover's chestnut locks. Thaddeus purred. Catching her arm by the wrist, he started in nibbling at her flesh.

"I adore you," he murmured, turning his lithe body toward her. "Do you love me, Silvia?"

"Of course I do, silly boy." Her tone was gently amused. "Why else would I have brought you to my castle?"

"Not for ransom then?"

His tribe was acquisitive, rich in gold and jewels, grain and timber, but not in happiness.

"I saw you and wanted you," Silvia confessed. "And now you're mine."

Thaddeus chuckled. "Or maybe YOU are MINE."

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