Whisper to Me of Love [antikvár]

"YOU ARE DRIVING ME HALF'MAD! AND IF I DONT KISS YOU, I SHALL GO COMPLETELY MAD!" Royce crushed her against him, his lips hungrily find' ing hers. This was no innocent kiss of first love. This was a man's kiss, a man whose desires had been kept too long in check. For one mad moment, Pip reveled in his kiss. Then the terrifying knowledge of where this could take them flooded through her. From here it would be a simple step to become his lover, his plaything. Twisting herself away from him, she cried, "Don't!" "What? Don't kiss you? Don't hold you in my arms like this? You ask the impossible of me, sweet' heart." Pip glared at him. "Take your hands off of me! My mother may have been a whore, but I am not! I may be your servant and you may have offered me refuge but I have no intention of letting you become my master!" "Leave then!" he shouted, infuriated by his desire for her. "Go back to the kitchen where you belong! For your sanity, as well as mine, for God's sake stay there!"