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| promised? Has he deserted me for money and title? Or has something happened to him?" |

| Warm arms encircling her waist made Sasha's knees grow weak and her insides become strangely quivery. Never had he done this before. And now she understood why she had not wanted him to. The feelings that his arms were stirring within her were frighteningly wonderful! Frighteningly wrongfor she was promised to another man! |

| When Ashton turned her slowly around, locking her within his powerful arms, she looked up into his heart-melting violet eyes. She could not find it within herself to struggle to get away from him. She was becoming quickly lost to an ecstasy that she had never known before. |

| Oh, how deliciously sweet it was! |

| Nor did she attempt to move away from him when she saw his lips lowering toward hers. She needed him. |

| Oh, how she needed him! |

| He was like a balm to her wounded pridepride that had been slowly ebbing away as the days and weeks passed without Woodward proving that he had not made a fool of her. |

| Ashton moved his hands to Sasha's long and flowing hair. Weaving his fingers through the silken tresses, he drew her mouth closer. . . . |

| And then they kissed. Sasha had never experienced anything as glorious as Ashton's kiss. It sent spirals of rapture through her, from her head to her toes. She twined her arms around his neck and clung to him, very aware of his body molding into hers, and of the strength of him at the juncture of his thighs. Slowly he pressed himself against her, |

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