But, as his lips held her captive, it was impossible to think of anything but the wonder of his kiss.
She felt as if the silver of the moonlight on the sea rippled through her body, as the strange sensations that had been in her heart seemed to move from her breasts into her throat and onto her lips.
She was not certain whether she gave the wonder and the beauty of them to the Marquis or he gave them to her. She only knew that they were joined with a rapture that was too perfect to find an expression in any other way.
What she was feeling was love. The love she had thought she would never find.
The Marquis’s arms tightened, his lips became more demanding, more possessive and she wanted to be closer to him, so close that she lost herself in him. She was his completely and was no longer
