The Marquess Tames His Bride

‘Ruthless…’

And now she was positively beaming at him.

‘Yes,’ he confessed. ‘There are no depths to which I would not sink to have you in my arms. In my bed. In my life.’

‘You really mean it, don’t you?’ She looked at him in dawning wonder. ‘You love me.’

And then, because there had been quite enough talking for one day, he decided to communicate with her in the way that worked the best.

With a kiss.

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