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Tristan lowered his mouth, captured hers.

A feather-light touch that rapidly became firmer, deeper, called to her.

‘Kiss me again,’ she whispered, pulling his head down to hers, whispering against his firm mouth. ‘One last time. No one is here. Tomorrow will be too late.’

He lowered his mouth again, and this time the kiss was harder, more insistent. Penetrating. Sensation coursed through her body in hot, pulsating waves.

Her breasts strained against the confines of her corset. Ached. She felt the material give and his cool fingers slide against her fevered skin. She sighed and parted her lips, drunk on the scent of him. His lips trailed down her neck, tasted her skin, and began to slowly travel lower.

‘Unhand that woman, you…you cad!’