“Home, my Lord?”
“Yes, home,” the Marquis replied.
Then, when the footman had closed the door and scrambled up onto the box and the horses set off, the Marquis put his arm round Cara.
A question came into his mind that he was longing to ask her.
Then, by the candle in the silver lantern fixed above the seat opposite them, he saw her face tipped up to his, her eyes wide and excited as she looked at him enquiringly and he knew that the only thing of consequence was that he should kiss her again.
As if he was still haunted by the dangers that she had passed through, he pulled her almost roughly against him and once again his lips were on hers, kissing her fiercely and possessively because he was so afraid that he might have lost her,
As he did so, he knew that the feelings rising within
