Then his lips were on hers.
He was kissing her gently at first.
Then, as he felt the incredibly marvellous sensation he had before, his kiss became more possessive and more compelling.
To Zela it was as if the Heavens opened.
She was not only touching the stars.
They were in her breast, in her heart and on her lips.
The Marquis kissed her and went on kissing her as if they were both floating up into the sky.
The Gates of Heaven were opening and a celestial choir of angels was singing.
It seemed a long time later that the Marquis raised his head and breathed,
“My darling, my sweet, how can you make me feel like this? I have never before known anything so perfect or so wonderful.”
“I love – you,” Zela whispered.
“I love you and I thought that I would never see you again,” the Mar
