Page 84 of The Rogue's Last Scandal
He fisted his hand to keep from grabbing hers.
“Gracie.” Somehow, he held back the anger that wanted to rage, somehow, he made his voice calm. “You were raped. That was no education. No normal woman responds to brutality with feelings of pleasure.” He rested his hands on the chair arms, forcing himself to stay seated. “And you do respond when I kiss you. In fact, every time I touch you, I sense your response. Were you ever kissed before Rigo?”
She nodded.
“Touched?”
She hung her head and still managed a nod.
Someone had shamed her for that also.
“And?” He pushed ahead. “Did you enjoy it?”
She swallowed and slowly nodded.
“There you have it. You’re a sensual woman. That doesn’t mean you should enjoy being forced. You just didn’t have the right man until now.”
Trembling shot through her limbs and set her lip quivering and her teeth chattering. “I d-don’t know what I am.”
“I do.”You are mine. “And I love you, Gracie, all of you, every part of you, including that little girl in the nursery.”
Her head shot up and her mouth dropped open.
He wouldn’t claim her though, not until she was ready to claim him. One thing he’d learned swiving women for king and country—a woman’s pleasure involved far more than the act. Total surrender was required.
