She drew her head down to his.
Her lips sought his mouth as he would have withheld it from her and then they were fused together in a kiss, which, once again, seemed to ignite them both with a desire that was a raging fire.
Only when Miajado was holding her so close that she was almost unable to breathe and only when he was kissing her with a fierceness and a passion that bruised her mouth, did Doña Alcira withdraw herself from his arms.
“You must go,” she said and, even as he moved towards her, his face alight with desire, she touched the gold bell that stood on an adjacent table.
It tinkled faintly, but the door opened almost immediately and an elderly maid stood there holding a long dark cloak in her hands. Without a word she slipped it over Miajado’s shoulders. He swept it round hi
