Claude sat outside the small hut, her eyes fixed on the grey skies. The rain was absolutely beautiful and triggered the memory of that rainy night Lucan had first taken her. She had, in all honesty, been completely ready to be taken, but it was a time of war and victory for Lucan, and a woman was the last thing on his mind.
Her eyes closed as she stretched her fingers out to the rain, then let out a sigh. She remembered the sounds of the horses, the war cries, the pounding of her heart as she ran down to see him.
He was soaked in the rain, his hair falling across his face, his lips slightly parted as he came down from his horse, and she had known, more than ever that she wanted him, despite how vile others thought he could be.
If she let her memories run too wild, she could feel him above her……
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