“My news is this, I still want you more than any woman I’ve ever seen. I am asking you to marry me. Would you be convinced if I knelt down? Why not try marrying a fine young man who has a bad reputation and a way with women? It’ll be fun.”
His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. “Stop please, I’m faint,” she whispered.
“I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You’ve had this coming to you for years. None of the fools have kissed you like this-have they?”
She would faint if he did not stop. If he would only stop -if he would never stop.
“Say Yes! Say Yes damn you, or -”
She whispered “yes” before she even thought.