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“Who are you?” she whispered, her heart beating hard, overcome by the imposing sight of him.
He did not answer her. He did not say a single word. He just advanced towards her until he was standing only inches away from her, staring down at her, in an enigmatic way. Olivia felt a shiver down the whole length of her spine. What on earth was he doing?
But before she could think or react, he had grabbed her in his arms, pulling her towards him. She was so shocked she did not know what to do. It was like she was paralysed. And then his lips descended upon her own, his tongue forcing her mouth open, flickering into her mouth.
Olivia went rigid with shock. This could not be happening! And yet, it was. Her very first kiss was with a masked man of unknown identity. A man with whom she had barely exchanged a word. It was being stolen from her in these gardens while a ball raged behind them. It was shocking. It was scandalous.
It was also very, very arousing.
She felt her entire body turn to molten liquid again. His lips were so soft. And now, his hands had moved up to caress her breasts through the bodice of her gown. She gasped in her throat as she felt him slide a hand beneath the bodice, boldly caressing her, tweaking the nipple to a hard peak.
Olivia thought she was going to faint away entirely.
Something was happening inside her body. Strange, fluttering sensations, like a nest of butterflies had abruptly leapt to life within her, flying with abandon. She felt warm moistness seep out of the very core of her and her nipples harden further. She pressed herself closer against him, never wanting it to end. What sweet madness was this?
But before she knew it, it was over, almost as swiftly as it had started. He pulled away from her. She heard his ragged breathing. He reached out, caressing the side of her face with one finger, before turning and disappearing into the shadows from whence he had come.
Olivia tried to catch her breath, staring after him.
“Wait,” she whispered. Her voice came out as a squeak.
But he was gone. Her knees suddenly felt weak. She sunk down onto the grass, not even caring if it stained her ball gown, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
She touched her lips with one hand, almost tentatively. They felt seared, as if they had encountered fire. Her body started to tremble violently. She knew she should get up, return to the ball, before someone saw her like this. But it was just impossible at the moment.
Had she just dreamt it? Had it been real at all? But more importantly…who was he?
