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~Belinda's POV
I lay there, my chest rising and falling quickly, my breath still uneven from what just happened. The room was silent except for the sound of our panting. My body felt weak, trembling even, but there was this strange satisfaction curling inside me. I turned my head to look at Richard. He was beside me, lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling like he had just seen a ghost. His face was pale, his lips still red from my kisses, and his chest heaved with every breath.
I smiled faintly. My lips still tingled. My body was sore, tired, but there was a deep sense of triumph in me.
I broke the silence first.
"Now you understand," I whispered, my voice low, almost hoarse.
Richard blinked, then turned his face toward me slowly. "My lady…" he said softly, his voice shaking. "What we just did… it is dangerous. If anyone finds out, I…"
