Chapter Ten
After the night in Patrick’s bed, Jolie was taken from the tower room and given her own bed on the sleeping porch at the back of the fortress where all of the master’s female servants slept. This truly was heaven. The island came to her now in the sound of ocean waves and birds and wind, in the aromas of sweet things, the taste of exotic fruit, and the sight of trees and leaves and softness. Sensuous mysteries seemed bred in this atmosphere of the unfamiliar. Freedom beckoned her.
“Jolie!” She heard Patrick’s voice behind her as she stood before the kitchen stove stirring broth for the evening meal. His body was swiftly on hers from behind, sidling up to her ass, his lips bending down to kiss her shoulder, his hot breath tickling the soft hairs on her neck. She cringed unhapp
