Eleanor wasn't sure how, but she somehow made it from outside, to the foot of the long spiral stairs. She could remember taking this stairs with no problems before, but not now.

Her knees were far too weak, her back pinned to the railing, her fingers digging into Conaan's back. There was no stopping tonight.

She could still feel the rain on her skin, the breathlessness when he dipped between her neck and her lips, like he could not make up his mind which he wanted first. But he could have all of her. They both knew that much.

She felt herself suddenly hoisted, her dress falling back, her legs...