Victoria lay in her bed that night, surrounded by the cold darkness of her room, and tried not to think about the moment where Lukas arrives in front of her. Kissing her with fervent passion
She tried not to long for him.
She lectured herself on the reasons why she was doing this, but the arguments had become muddled in her own mind and all she could hear was the drag of her breaths in and out of her body. She focused on the dinner brought by the servants which she really enjoyed, but each image wavered and slipped through her mind’s grasp. She even tried remembering the taste of the syllabub at dinner, the smooth texture of cream, the tart wine, but the phantom sweet dissolved in her mouth, and all she could taste on her tongue was Lukas’s mouth.
Damn! All she can do now is to close h
