He was in darkness, yet, he had never felt more keenly alive.
The blindfold pressed gently against his eyes, shutting out what little sight he possessed. A strange, savage excitement stirred in his blood.
Brand allowed Madelyn to guide his hands to her shoulders, and the moment she released them, he smiled.
"See me as you wish," she muttered.
He nodded, knowing how he wished to see her. She had dared to be bold, forgetting the very reason she had cried and he would honour her.
Had he not asked for her boldness after all?
Slowly, he moved his hands.
His palms travelled down the gentle slope of her shoulders, along the softness of her arms, acquainting himself with her like it was the first time. He pulled her to himself and his lips found hers.
She yielded at once, answering him softly, her breath mingling with his. Yes, this was right. Then, carefully, he ended the kiss.
He moved again to see her.
