Manor of Pleasure: An Erotic Historical Romance (12 page)

He looked at her intently. "Still, you must promise me."

His eyes were a steely blue-gray, and they shone back at her like mirrors. Rebecca sensed a heavy darkness in him and she felt his need keenly.

"I promise you, Desmond, I shall never leave you… never." She lay against him and held him tightly. She raised her head and looked at him again. "I will never ever leave you," she repeated softly, as she stroked his hair.

Desmond sighed. She kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Desmond's spell left just as quickly as it came. "As far as desserts go, that was by far the sweetest and the most delectable that I've ever had," he said to her, smiling.

Rebecca laughed as she raised herself off the bed. "We must hurry, Desmond. Who knows what awaits us at the manor."

The day's activities had left her with a pleasant burn between her legs. She lifted her petticoat off the floor. All was forgotten. All was changed. All was now utter happiness.

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