bent his head and kissed her tightly-closed lips.
‘When you’re angry you are very appealing; I want to prolong your anger and yet, oddly enough, I want to bring you to heel. You’re exciting,
Tara, as I knew you would be on the very first occasion I set eyes on you.’ Releasing her, he moved away; she missed the contact of his hand on her chin, of his nearness, of the touch of his lips.
She said after a moment,
‘Will you please go?’
‘You have just promised to marry me,’ he reminded her. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary to wait, do you? We can begin our honeymoon now—’
‘It was two hours ago that I said I’d marry you,’ she broke in, fear widening her eyes because of his glance, which swept its amorous way from her face to her neck and then to the firm contours of her breasts. ‘I’ve changed my mind. I shall never marry you, never!’
The black eyes kindled and the thin nostrils quivered. He reminded her of an untamed jungle beast ready to pounce on its terror-stricken prey. Oh, God, how had she got herself into a position like this! Such things only happened to other people. You read about them in the newspapers, felt sorry for the victim, then tossed the paper aside. You weren’t affected; you never even dreamed of being the victim yourself.
And now, in
England, people would be reading about her —the bride who had been kidnapped on her way to her wedding. What a dramatic headline it would make for the morning papers—an interesting story to be read at the breakfast table. And poor David frantic. For the first time in her life
Tara was glad that she had no parents.
‘You will marry me—and enjoy being my wife.’ The low, alien voice drifted into her thoughts; she could hake wept to hear the throaty bass note which he made no attempt to hide. ‘Come on,’ he coaxed, ‘relax and take what’s offered. I can promise you’ll enjoy this night far more than if you were with that fellow you were going to marry.’
‘Go away! I can’t think properly! Can’t you see my heart is breaking?’
An exasperated little intake of his breath, an impatient flash of his eyes and then,
‘Hearts never break! For heaven’s sake try to get rid of this dogged determination to suffer! It’s an attitude of mind,’ he added derisively, ‘nothing more!’
‘You have no heart,’ she quavered, ‘that’s, why you can’t understand.’
‘I understand how I can make you forget—’ And with a swift movement he drew her shrinking body to him, his arms pinning it against him as he sought her lips, forcing their tightness apart.
Tara writhed and twisted, fighting with everything in her, pitifully engaging herself in a losing battle. She could feel the wild throbbing of her heart and it frightened her; she knew the exquisite pain of a cruel, possessive embrace, the pleasure-pain of a breast being ruthlessly fondled.
Leon’s passion rose to unbridled heights and his kisses were fire on her lips. She knew she must surrender even before his strength had taken all the physical fight put of her.
‘Passive at last,’ he murmured, his mouth warm and soft against her breast. ‘What strength you have, child—but it makes the victory all the more satisfying.’ He lifted his head to stare with amused triumph into eyes dark and cloudy with desire. ‘You said you’d changed your mind about marrying me, but you haven’t, have you?’ While he spoke his hand was bringing down the zip fastener of her dress and she quivered ecstatically at the contact of his fingers with her back. She was totally trapped in a net of sensual yearning, unable to think of anything save the glorious temptation of the moment. Never in her life had she been affected with emotions of such violent intensity. Her forehead was damp, with tendrils of hair clinging to it. Excitement throbbed in every vein ... and David was a million light years away... ‘Have you ... my little tiger cat?’ repeated Leon, and she lifted her lovely
‘When you’re angry you are very appealing; I want to prolong your anger and yet, oddly enough, I want to bring you to heel. You’re exciting,
Tara, as I knew you would be on the very first occasion I set eyes on you.’ Releasing her, he moved away; she missed the contact of his hand on her chin, of his nearness, of the touch of his lips.
She said after a moment,
‘Will you please go?’
‘You have just promised to marry me,’ he reminded her. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary to wait, do you? We can begin our honeymoon now—’
‘It was two hours ago that I said I’d marry you,’ she broke in, fear widening her eyes because of his glance, which swept its amorous way from her face to her neck and then to the firm contours of her breasts. ‘I’ve changed my mind. I shall never marry you, never!’
The black eyes kindled and the thin nostrils quivered. He reminded her of an untamed jungle beast ready to pounce on its terror-stricken prey. Oh, God, how had she got herself into a position like this! Such things only happened to other people. You read about them in the newspapers, felt sorry for the victim, then tossed the paper aside. You weren’t affected; you never even dreamed of being the victim yourself.
And now, in
England, people would be reading about her —the bride who had been kidnapped on her way to her wedding. What a dramatic headline it would make for the morning papers—an interesting story to be read at the breakfast table. And poor David frantic. For the first time in her life
Tara was glad that she had no parents.
‘You will marry me—and enjoy being my wife.’ The low, alien voice drifted into her thoughts; she could hake wept to hear the throaty bass note which he made no attempt to hide. ‘Come on,’ he coaxed, ‘relax and take what’s offered. I can promise you’ll enjoy this night far more than if you were with that fellow you were going to marry.’
‘Go away! I can’t think properly! Can’t you see my heart is breaking?’
An exasperated little intake of his breath, an impatient flash of his eyes and then,
‘Hearts never break! For heaven’s sake try to get rid of this dogged determination to suffer! It’s an attitude of mind,’ he added derisively, ‘nothing more!’
‘You have no heart,’ she quavered, ‘that’s, why you can’t understand.’
‘I understand how I can make you forget—’ And with a swift movement he drew her shrinking body to him, his arms pinning it against him as he sought her lips, forcing their tightness apart.
Tara writhed and twisted, fighting with everything in her, pitifully engaging herself in a losing battle. She could feel the wild throbbing of her heart and it frightened her; she knew the exquisite pain of a cruel, possessive embrace, the pleasure-pain of a breast being ruthlessly fondled.
Leon’s passion rose to unbridled heights and his kisses were fire on her lips. She knew she must surrender even before his strength had taken all the physical fight put of her.
‘Passive at last,’ he murmured, his mouth warm and soft against her breast. ‘What strength you have, child—but it makes the victory all the more satisfying.’ He lifted his head to stare with amused triumph into eyes dark and cloudy with desire. ‘You said you’d changed your mind about marrying me, but you haven’t, have you?’ While he spoke his hand was bringing down the zip fastener of her dress and she quivered ecstatically at the contact of his fingers with her back. She was totally trapped in a net of sensual yearning, unable to think of anything save the glorious temptation of the moment. Never in her life had she been affected with emotions of such violent intensity. Her forehead was damp, with tendrils of hair clinging to it. Excitement throbbed in every vein ... and David was a million light years away... ‘Have you ... my little tiger cat?’ repeated Leon, and she lifted her lovely
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