"His peace!" She laughed. "Oh Lud, the dear man wants peace!"
He flung himself upon her, holding her to him as she staggered back, and kissed her till she was gasping for breath, gripped her head to hold it against his kisses, buried his face in the fragrance of her neck. She gave herself, her arms still behind her, offering the swell of her breasts to him, her eyes gay….
"You are mine, now. You're mine, do you hear?" he said unsteadily.
"I want you," she smiled, and was crushed again.
When he let her go, it was to step back and look at her, wondering and intent. She stood something less than her full height, her bosom beating fast. She was all flushed and smiling, but now her eyes were dim and they met his shyly.
"Egad, you're exalting," he said with a wry smile.
"I feel all power when you grasp at me so—power—just power."
"No, faith, you are not. When I hold you to me, when you yield for me, I am all the power there is. Damme, the very life of the world."
"So then," she looked at him through her eyelashes, "and have it so. For it's I who give you all."
"In effect," Harry said: and then, "go to, you make us both mad."