She took the initiative and guided his fingers inside her and bore down. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. ” His eyes were burning. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand.
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