She gasped with the intensity of the sensations that possessed her more completely than anything she had known in her life.
Yet, although they thrilled her, they also scared her. It was not proper for a young lady to feel such physical delight, not unless she was sure of the man’s love, and she was not.
“No,” she said, snatching her hand away. “You must not.”
“Why must I not?”
“Because it – it isn’t right.”
“Because you find my touch unpleasant?”
“You know that I do not,” she said in a low voice.
“Then why is it not right? We are betrothed. If there is one man whose embraces you may accept, that man is myself. Indeed, I should take the greatest exception if I were to find you in the arms of any other man.”
“But we are not really betrothed,” she said. “You know that we are not.”
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