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‘I don’t knohat youto capture the elusive quality of his words

He answered her question literally, stripping off his jacket, and tie and shirt, and throwing them to the thick, richly patterned square of carpet beneath their feet 'The first time in my bed'

He reached around her and drew the zip fully down, his furry chest brushing her nipples,her heavy breasts ache He helped her step out of her dress, careful not to touch her with his hands, and threw it on top of his clothes The bra was hanging open from its shoulder-straps and he slid it down her arms and on to the floor He was naked before she, because he wouldn’t let her take off her silky green pants or the heavy necklace

He was aroused, and with each slow movement seemed to become more so until every muscle in his body corded with the effort of restraint And still he didn’t rush her

Elizabeth was in a state of feverish wonder, hardly able to believe that the o had suddenly becoentleness, but content to accept the unexpected gift and worry about motives tomorrow

The necklace sliding against her body particularly seemed to fascinate him He turned and arched her in his arainst her pale satin skin When he placed her on his bed he took the tie it to his artistic satisfaction before he bent and nuzzled her over, above and between the precious curves and curlicues,with fascination over the contrast between succulent, warm flesh and cool metal He kissed her and stroked her hair from its neat rolls until it rained darkly across his white pillow He ran his hands over her sides, tracing the billowing lines that he praised with erotic words of desire, his fingers teasing up the wide, silky legs of her pants until he became impatient with the barrier to his full enjoy stitches He cupped and suckled her breasts, so gentle that he caused her pain, his tongue drawing out the nipples until they glistened like the rubies that he so adhtly rounded belly and kissed it, and razed its surface and then he parted her thighs and praised her there, too, in ways that made her writhe voluptuously in the crisp white sheets

Elizabeth had naively thought she knew hi, that she didn’t know hierness with a ruthless strength and a single-htened her arousal until just the touch of his ht, uidly on her, over her, in her, until she couldn’t contain the building sensation any longer and exploded in an agony of pleasure, rising and falling feverishly beneath hirasped her by the hips and pinned her deep into the softspas flight with a savage shout of victory

Afterwards, as she lay tangled in his ar for the breath that he had stolen out of her body, he raised himself up on one elbow and touched the necklace that she still wore

'There's a fa of this a very powerful legend that has come to be ac­cepted as fact Like this one, fro in his ear ' being con­sidered a sy their deepest aspirations'

'Oh?' Elizabeth tensed at the silky satisfaction in the lazy drawl

'Would you like to knohat it is?' His silver eyes taunted her with their secrets 'Ever since the necklace was ift for the bride of a pre-revolutionary St Clair, it has exhibited a peculiar power over the women ear it—'

‘It doesn’t have any power over me I don’t even like it,' interrupted Elizabeth, quite truthfully

'Ah, but you see, chérie, its power has only just been given its chance to begin to work on you'

She was alert now to the danger-signals in his dark sainst his high pillows

'The flight of an arrow must terminate within its vessel—and you, ma chère, have just received a quiver-full