A Nightingale Sang — Barbara Cartland

When the Duke held Aleta in his arms, he had never known such rapture.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Oh, Tybalt, you know I do."

"You excite me so wildly, my precious."

"I ... want to ... excite you ... as you excite me."

The Duke could only gaze at Aleta's lovely young face.

"Making love is so ... wonderful," she whispered.

"My precious, you are sure that is how you felt?"

"Oh, yes and the nightingales were singing... and I am certain the angels were ... too."

He held Aleta closer still and said a prayer of thankfulness in his heart.

Looking at her now, her beautiful hair shining in the moonlight, the Duke told himself that no man in the world had ever been more blessed.

"I love you," he cried suddenly. "I love you with all my heart and soul!"