Alex swung down from his horse and stalked toward her.

“Do you have any idea how close you just came to death?” he demanded softly.

“MacDunn, I—”

He grabbed her by her slim, bare shoulders, needing to touch her, to be sure she was still whole and well.

Gwendolyn stood paralyzed as MacDunn’s mouth covered hers. She had never been kissed before, for no one in her clan would have dared dally with the girl marked from childhood as a witch. But even in her innocence she could feel his unleashed passion. A flame burst to life in the pit of her stomach, and her blood quickened, making her feel flushed and strange.

She leaned into his muscular frame and locked her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she urgently returned his kiss. Power seemed to emanate from him as his hands roamed her body. Pleasure washed through her as she pressed against him, and a soft cry escaped her throat.

Alex began to explore the narrow path of her back, the satin skin of her shoulders, the delicate cage of her ribs. He wanted to take this witch now, here, in the forest, to lay her down on a bed of fragrant pine and lose himself to her softness and heat….