The Marquis held her so tightly that it was painful.
“Our minds were close, but that is not enough, my sweet, I want you in my arms, I want you to belong to me. I want to be certain you are mine.”
“That is – what I want – too.”
“Tell me you love me! I want to be sure of it.”
“I – love – you.”
“And you forgive me?”
“You know – I do.”
“I meant to go down on my knees to show you how desperately sorry I am.”
“I would rather – you held me – like this.”
“I want you closer. I want to possess every precious piece of you, for ever.”
“I am – yours – you know I – belong to you.”
“Darling, my perfect, incredibly beautiful little love!”
The Marquis kissed her until Araminta could not breathe.
Then he looked down into her shining eyes.
He had never believed a woman could look so brilliantl
