Chapter SevenAt first Natasha was only conscious of the hardness of Lord Athelstan’s lips and that they hurt her.
Then, as his kiss became gentler and at the same time more demanding, more possessive, she felt a feeling of wonder and rapture seep over her.
He held her tighter still and then his lips were on her eyes, her cheeks and the softness of her neck. She quivered against him, no longer frightened but awakened by a strange sensation that she had not known existed.
It was a dry cough from the other side of the curtain that made them acutely aware that one sound, one murmur might betray them.
It seemed in some extraordinary way to intensify for Natasha the poignancy of the thrills that made her breath come quickly.
Lord Athelstan kissed her lips again and then he pulled her nightg
