Chapter Ten
The well remembered night played like a melody in her soul. Nathan had moved her into s****l places she’d never traversed with any man—including Evan, at his very dominant, demanding best. Nathan Hawke had renamed submission with his own peculiar title. A little bit of anger rose in her, thinking of the way he would not relent to any one of her protests; and then the way he took her protests to their limits and turned them into body heat and more desire. She was all the more enthralled with him as if he was some wizard, or sorcerer perhaps. He was never far from her thoughts in the week that followed.
And the calming peace that resulted was serenity from some primal source, as if he had tied her to the earth and its moving, rumbling energies. She breathed the air in a new way
