CARINA AND THE NOBLEMAN
  CARINA AND THE NOBLEMAN

Carina sighed inwardly, truly amazed by the beautiful sight of her first lover. Count Ruggero's long, well-proportioned legs reminded her of sturdy pillars. Her gaze drifted over the healing wound on his forearm then shifted to the blaze of desire turning his eyes dark gold. A thrill shivered through her body...until their monumental differences returned to afflict her conscience.

"You know not what you are doing, my lord."

"No, angel. I know exactly what I am about to do."

"But you and I cannot. You are a count. I am merely a peasant."

He propped his hands on his hips. "Think you it matters to me?"

"It should, my lord. I am not worthy of your attention, amorous or otherwise."

He showered her with a promising smile and stepped forward to help her remove her chemise. "When you and I are wearing naught, tell me of our differences, save for the obvious."

All she could do was tremble under his heated gaze.

 

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