“Tell me – tell me by all that you hold sacred – as if you were in the presence of God Himself, that you have never belonged to another man, and that no man has ever touched you.”
“Th-that is – true,” Xenia whispered again.
Almost before the words left her lips, the King was kissing her, his mouth holding her captive as he pushed her back against the pillows.
She felt the wild exhilaration he was feeling sweep over her so that she ceased to think, but only feel the wonder of his lips and the thrill that ran pulsating through her body at the touch of his hands.
She felt as if flames were being lit inside her, the flames she had seen in the King’s eyes and which she knew were echoed in her own.
“I love you! I adore you!”
The words seemed to whirl round them, then the King was close bes
