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She rose and made for the curtained doorway

But, with a hand upon her shoulder, Alain turned her gently but firmly to face him.

“Am I not entitled to the customary kiss to seal our betrothal?”

He drew her close, his arms reaching up behind her waist, pressing her to him. Gisela had expected him to kiss her brow or cheek formally, but his lips suddenly closed upon hers, gently at first, then demandingly, so that she was forced to open her own and respond.

“You must not be afraid of me.”

“I am not,” she said huskily. “I—”

“Good. I shall not expect too much of you—at first.”