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Excerpt A love that soars
Jovian smiled and pulled Anthea close to kiss her full on the lips. She was hardly aware of the storm that now began to rage overhead. All she knew was that his kiss thrilled through her like a charge, as if her body had absorbed the lightning. His lips moved slowly and luxuriously over hers in the skilled kiss of a man of experience, but at the same time it was innocent too, as if this was the first kiss that had ever mattered to him. Every heartbeat, every fraction of breath, every caress came from the soul, and there was no room left for doubting his motives. Love was what urged them; what urged them both… “We flew, my darling, we flew,” he averred softly, and bent his head to kiss her again. “Will we fly again?” she asked as the kiss ended. “Oh, yes,” he breathed. “I promise you.” |
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