At last in his arms, and I am to faint.But she felt the rumble in his chest, the firmness pressed against her.
His hands reached round to the back of her, and with the whoosh of fine ribbon he pulled on her laces, slowly and ever more slowly as he reached lower and lower.
O Dio mio, she thought, I wear my oldest chemise. It was the very worst sort of thought for the moment, and once more, she laughed; she sounded like a donkey.
O Dio mio, I wear my oldest chemise. He pulled back from her. His eyes searched every inch of her face; she felt them wash over her. What he saw there, she could not tell, but whatever it was forced his lips upon hers, harder this time, not to be denied.
The door left ajar allowed egress for a breeze, sweeping the tangle of clothing and ties and laces and lace
