CHAPTER SEVENFor a moment Aspasia was too astonished to feel anything but surprise.
Then the strength of the Marquis’s arms around her and the insistence of his lips on hers made her feel a strange, wild inexplicable sensation that she had never known before.
It seemed to rise from her breasts into her throat and from her throat into her lips so that as the Marquis’s kiss grew more insistent she felt as if she became a part of him.
It swept away her fears and everything else but an ecstatic rapture.
He drew her closer still and, as his lips became more demanding and more possessive, Aspasia knew that this was what, without being aware of it, she had always longed for and dreamed about.
This was love, the love she had discovered last night, but more perfect, more marvellous and more Di
