She knew by the sound of his voice that his desire for her was mounting as he spoke. She would have hidden her face against his shoulder, but once again his hand was beneath her chin, turning her face up to his.
She saw the fire in his eyes before his lips were on hers searing their way, she felt, into her body and drawing her very spirit from her.
She made no effort to resist him, only let his passion rage over her.
He kissed her wildly, fiercely, bruising her mouth, then her eyes, her cheeks and finally, the soft whiteness of her neck.
She felt as though Hell could hold no greater torture and that no humiliation could be deeper or more degrading.
Then suddenly, when she felt that she could sink no deeper into the depths, she was free.
Sir Marcus walked away from her across to the w
