With an effort that was almost like tearing away a part of her body, she turned her head and took her mouth from Lord Silvester’s.
“Please – “ she begged. “Please – please listen to me there is – something I have to – say to you.”
“There is nothing to say,” he replied passionately. “This is not a time for words, but for love!”
She felt his hand moving down the side of her body and the warmth and strength of it through her nightgown made her aware of what he intended.
She struggled against him and then, as he pulled away the sheet which covered her breasts, she said frantically,
“You are – frightening me – please listen to me – please – please – ”
Her voice sounded like that of a child who was really afraid and it stopped Lord Silvester as nothing else could have done.
He looked down
