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Maybe it was his heart

She trembled when he kissed her, and he could feel the tension of both eagerness and fear when he took her in his are and her liberal Western upbringing—but so told him that his instinct was correct

One evening his eyes burned into her as he stared down into her flushed face ‘You are innocent of men?’ he demanded

‘Yes,’ she ad if that admission would drive him away from her ‘Yes, I am’

‘Innocent virgin,’ he in’

Of course that changed everything The knowledge of her purity filled hiht, but there was also the certainty that he now bore a heavy responsibility towards her For a man whose life had been burdened with responsibility, it was another he could have done without—and yet he found hi it

He saw her whenever he could, wondering if the frequency of their ic re any kind of co

He took her to discreet restaurants and she showed him the hidden, secret places of the city She made him feel alive Never before had sex been denied him, but this was a self-i without so you really wanted could be unbearably erotic

And yet her innocence es must first be crossed, and the first of those would be to introduce her to his family But without pressure on either side On neutral territory

‘Hoould you like to acco, sweet Sienna?’ he asked her one afternoon, looping his arms around her waist

Sienna looked up into his black eyes ‘Whose? Where? When?’

‘My cousin’s,’ he murmured ‘In the South of France, next littered a suest?’

Sienna knew that this was i serious She gave hiht ‘I’d love to,’ she said simply

Hashie it, please?’