CHAPTER SEVENFor a moment his lips only hurt Chandra so that she was conscious that his kiss was almost a pain.
Then suddenly she felt a wild rapture that was inexpressible rising up through her body from her breast into her lips.
She knew then, although she had not realised it, that this was what she wanted, this was what she had longed for and it was somehow linked with the wonder of the Lotus Manuscript and the beauty of Nepal.
His lips grew softer and yet more insistent, more demanding, and she felt as he held her closer and still closer in his arms, that he drew her very heart from between her lips and made it his.
‘This is love!’ she thought. ‘Love as I always knew it would be if I could ever find it.’
At last, after what might have been a century of time, Lord Frome raised his
