His low, seductive voice penetrated her ear: "Don't feel uneasy. You are my wife, Joanna Lawrence, and this respect and reverence is what you deserve. Later, you will find out that the benefits of being a young lady of the Heath family go far beyond this."
"Soon, you'll get used to being treated like this."
He got very close.
So close that Joanna could feel his warm, soft lips brushing against her earlobes as he spoke.
The scent of his body filled her nostrils and every breath was filled with intoxicating pheromones.
She didn't know what kind of perfume he was wearing.
The scent was surprisingly pleasant.
Breathing in the man's scent and listening to his deep, seductive voice in her ear, Joanna's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, her heart pounding so violently that her chest trembled.
Such closeness... was too intimate.
Other than with David Benington, she had never been this intimate with any other man.
"Ashton Heath... "