Very tenderly he looked down into Benedicta’s eyes.
He knew that later tonight they would be able to talk more freely – he could tell her what was in his heart and his thankfulness for the wonder and glory of their love.
But now, at the moment, there was no need for words, but those that came spontaneously in the rapture of knowing that she was his.
His lips came down on hers and his arms crushed her against him.
“You are mine!” he breathed. “All mine, my precious darling, and I will love you from now until Eternity, as you will love me.”
He kissed her until he could feel her soft and pliant against him and knew that his lips had awakened in her the first flickering flames of desire.
It was then that he gently undid the buttons at the back of her gown.
He felt her tremble for a moment, but it was not only with shyness, but because of the new sensations he was arousing within her and which she had never felt before.
He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, the little pulse that was beating in her throat.
Then, as her gown slipped to the floor, he lifted her in his arms.
“This is how I carried you once before,” he sighed, “and I knew then that you were mine and I could never lose you.”