“Now,” asserted the Duke, “I crave your love, I want it desperately just as much as I desire you from the top of your adorable head to your tiny feet. You are mine, Elva, and as I have just told you, I will never let you go.”
As he finished speaking the Duke pulled her closer still and her lips were captive.
Elva had no wish to say any more.
Not only because it was impossible to do so, but because of the strong feelings that he was evoking in her, which felt like the glory of the sun moving through her breast.
It was not only the light and brilliance of it.
His kisses were fanning little flames of fire in her body, which she realised was an essential part of their love for each other.
‘I love you. I adore you,’ she wanted to say, but it was impossible to speak.
The Duke was carrying her up into the sky.
They were touching the sun itself and the glory of it surrounded them.
Then as he made her his own, she believed she was in Heaven itself and God was blessing them.
“I worship you,” the Duke was saying. “I adore you, my own darling, my precious, my adorable little wife. Our love will never leave us, but will grow and grow until we reach Eternity.”
“And I will love you forever, Varin,” Elva whispered.
It was impossible to say any more.
She only knew that they were at the moment no longer human but part of the Divine.
The love within their hearts and souls was, as the Duke had said, theirs for Eternity.
It had come to them with the blessing of God and was God, because God is Love.
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