Jayne Bauling

by Vaso

  'Oh, Valentine, my darling!' He reached for the unmatched loveliness that was all his to treasure and pleasure. 'You're so generous and feminine and—whole, a complete woman,'

  'Made so by you.' Her robe was slipping from one smooth shoulder,' revealing the tender curve of a pale breast as their endless passion flared anew. 'Oh, Kemp . . . my husband, but still my lover for all time.'

  Love and desire lit his eyes as he leaned over her exquisite beauty, and his mouth was tender.

  'You're right,' he murmured. 'This is a happy beginning.'