This was real love, Shamara just knew, the love that was life itself, irresistible, compelling and so perfect that it could only have come from the Divine.
The Marquis kissed her until he was as breathless as she was and then he said hoarsely,
“My lovely one, just how can you have done this to me?”
Then he was kissing her again.
Only as her own feelings were so overwhelming that she felt afraid of him, did Shamara hide her face against his neck.
It was then she felt his fingers taking the pins from her hair until it fell over her shoulders and down her back, as it had before.
He was stroking and touching it until she became part of the moonlight that was seeping through her breasts and into her heart.
‘I love you!’ she wanted to tell himj, but her voice was lost in her throat.
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