Stella blinked. Madame Reynard was beautiful—arguably the most attractive woman she’d ever met. Her eyes shone like emeralds and her hair framed her pale face like burnished tongues of flame. And the way she kissed…Vivid snapshots of passionate moments in Madame Reynard’s arms filled Stella’s mind, releasing a whirl of emotions. They’d made love in this very room, she was sure of it. They’d sprawled naked on the four-poster bed, Madame Reynard’s hair spilling across the bedsheets as they kissed, fondled, probed each other with fingers and tongues until both juddered with ecstasy. She remembered the joy. She remembered love.
“Stella? My beautiful star,” whispered Madame Reynard her breath rousing the hairs on Stella’s neck. “I love you.” Gently lifting Stella’s chin, she kissed her as moan
