A tremor passed through her. Beth had once confided in her about how Lord Carlisle's kiss made her feel as though everything was right with the world. She finally understood. The madness, the ecstasy that could leave anyone breathless and wanting more.
Her heart pounded wildly, threatening to leap out of her chest, and her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to draw air. She was engulfed in turmoil, and the only one who could rescue her was the very same person responsible for her madness.
Alexander's left hand slid to the nape of her neck, impossibly pulling her even closer while his other hand began to lift her dress. She was acutely aware of what was happening, yet simultaneously distracted. His kiss was all she could think of, until she felt his fingers between her thighs.
Gwen gasped, breaking their kiss. "What… what are you doing?" Her words were incoherent, but she believed he understood her.
