He could not think. Words tumbled about in his brain but everything was chaos. Only his senses spoke to him, and they told him to dance her out of the open French windows onto the wide terrace, sweep her around faster and faster until they were well away from the house.
There in the semi-darkness he could cast aside restraint and pull her into his arms for the kiss he had yearned for every night and day.
He kissed her with no regard to gentlemanly restraint, but fiercely, demandingly, as though they were the only man and woman in the world.
And now Cliona discovered what a truly perverse creature she was, for she too had yearned for his kiss. Yet now it had come, she found that her first ecstasy swiftly gave way to indignation.
This man had taken her to the heights and then rejected an
