He knew that he had ignited in her a little of the fire that burnt fiercely within him.
It was very different in every way from what he had felt with any woman before in his life.
She was perfect and she was sacred.
He vowed that he would murder any man who dared to try to spoil her innocence and her purity.
“You are mine – mine!” he asserted.
His kisses grew more demanding still, but Vanda was not afraid.
She knew that this was love as it was meant to be.
The merging of two people who were so much a part of each other that they became one united in their love for ever.
‘I love you, I love you,’ she breathed in her heart.
It was a love that would not die, but would grow greater and more glorious month by month and year by year.
It was a love against which they had no defence.
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