Lily and the Duke

“I’ve been a good girl all my life,” Alexandra said. “I’m tired of wondering what it’s like. I want to be kissed.”

“Say my name,” he whispered. “I want it to drip from your ruby lips like a fine Bordeaux. I want to feel the silky caress as you whisper it against my neck. I want to hear you sob it into my mouth as I kiss you. Please, Lily. Say my name.”

My greatest desire is to lose myself in his eyes forever. It frightens me.

By the time he left, the sun was edging over the horizon, signifying the dawn of a bright new day.

In vino veritas, he thought. In wine, there’s truth.

Letting him love her had also been a dream. She had never imagined such passion and tenderness could exist between two people.

“Come now, this isn’t the decision of the century.

What have I started?”

“Nothing that I have any intention of stopping.” He waggled his eyebrows.

I want it to drip from your ruby lips like a fine Bordeaux. I want to feel the silky caress as you whisper it against my neck. I want to hear you sob it into my mouth as I kiss you. Please, Lily. Say my name.”

On her other side sat Lord Victor Polk, whose height and silky auburn hair identified him as Alexandra’s dashing knight.