He could feel her heart beating
against his under the soft lace on her breast, her cool cheeks and mouth
growing warm under the kisses that he rained on them until his own lips
stung. At first she returned his embrace with an ardor that equalled his
own; then, as if conscious that she was being carried away by the might
of a power which she could neither measure nor control, she tried to turn
her face away and strove to free herself.
"Don't," she panted; "let me go! You--you-hurt me, Austin."
"I can't help it--I shan't let you go! I'm going to kiss you this time
until I get ready to stop."
For a moment she struggled vainly. Austin's arms tightened about her like
bands of steel. She gave a little sigh, and lifted her face again.
"I can't seem to--kiss back any more," she whispered, "but if this is
what you want--if it will make up to you for these last weeks--it doesn't
matter whether you hurt or not."
Every particle of resistance had left her. Austin had wished for an
unconditional surrender, and he had certainly attained it.
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