![]() His hand groped across the bed as though to assure himself that this and not his dream was reality. It was the scream of an animal, and the sheet ripped under his clawing fingers as he shuddered into wakefulness. You said you loved me - why haunt me, then? It was a boy's trick, I tell you. I only meant to silence you, to stop your eternal preaching. Sweat started out on his forehead and little animal sounds began to come from his throat then he began to talk, and I realized he was talking to his dream. His head moved restlessly, and he began to shift and murmur in the grip of some nightmare. Then, as I watched, a crease of tension marred his smooth brow. He looked almost like a boy, but there was nothing adolescent in the sprawled beauty of his naked body. HIS HEAD WAS PILLOWED ON MY HAIR, TRAPPING ME EVEN IN SLEEP. And Felicia is hopelessly in love with him - though at times he seems like the devil incarnate. He is the Duke of Cabria who holds his subjects in constant fear. Overnight he changes Felicia's nightmare world of tavern drudgery into an erotic adventure as his royal mistress. From the moment he sees the beautiful Felicia, he must have her. No woman's heart is safe from the Silver Devil. Amid the gilded opulence and dark intrigue of Renaissance Italy grew a love that knew no bounds. ![]()
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