Iola told herself she was being ridiculous to love this man whose world was filled with royalty, luxury, beautiful women. Should she run away before she made things even worse? Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Stop crying, my darling," Sir Wolfe implored.
"Wh...what did you...say?" she whispered shyly.
"Whoever you may be," Sir Wolfe murmured, turning her face to his, "whatever you have done or whatever you are hiding..."
At last his lips were on hers. They seemed to ignite her whole body, taking into his keeping her heart, her soul, everything that was hers and making it a part of himself.
Struggling for words, for breath, she confessed, "No one has ever...tried to kiss me...until now!"
Iola told herself she was being ridiculous to love this man whose world was filled with royalty, luxury, beautiful women. Should she run away before she made things even worse? Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Stop crying, my darling," Sir Wolfe implored.
"Wh...what did you...say?" she whispered shyly.
"Whoever you may be," Sir Wolfe murmured, turning her face to his, "whatever you have done or whatever you are hiding..."
At last his lips were on hers. They seemed to ignite her whole body, taking into his keeping her heart, her soul, everything that was hers and making it a part of himself.
Struggling for words, for breath, she confessed, "No one has ever...tried to kiss me...until now!"