Noticing the amazement on Emma's face, Alex asked insinuatingly:
- No? Then, maybe, the kiss will work better?
Before Emma could resist, the duke pulled her by the leg, and she fell over on his back, after which he quietly lay down beside her. Taking Emma with one hand for his chin, he pulled her face to him and gently touched her lips with his lips.
"No," Emma whispered weakly; she again did not understand how this man was in her room, on her bed, and especially she was prevented from understanding this flame, which seemed to sweep her whole body.
"Just one kiss," came the deaf voice from Alex's voice, somewhere near her lips. "If after a single kiss you say no, I will not continue, I promise."
Emma did not say a word, only her eyelids fluttered when he touched her lips to his lips.
