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“I see. Then perhaps a lesson or two in civility would not come amiss, do you think?”

There was no time to escape Sir Rhyan, for the scent of him already filled her nostrils as his mouth covered hers, and her lips had already begun to search for more.

Like a dry moorland fire roaring out of control, the kiss caught them both unprepared. Merielle was enclosed within the furnace, responding with a white-hot intensity she had never experienced before. Involuntarily, she pushed herself against him, trembling in an agony of desire.

Speechless, breathless, she twisted away and leaned against the paneling, her forehead pushing against the cool metal rim. “Madness!” she whispered.