“I love you! God, how I love you!”
His voice was hoarse and once again he was kissing her, kissing her wildly, fiercely, possessively. His kiss seemed to draw her very soul from between her lips, then she felt his mouth on her eyes, on the hollows at the base of her neck and on the little blue veins above her breasts.
For a moment Caroline was too exhausted emotionally either to reciprocate his passion or to repulse it, she could only he submissive beneath the hunger of his kisses, weak beneath a strength such as she had never deemed possible in any man.
“You are mine,” she heard him cry, “mine. I defy fate to take you from me.”
He lifted her off her feet. She lay against his chest, helpless as a baby, and she saw he was transformed, his face alight with triumph and exaltation. At that
