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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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