Sense and Sensibility

Copyright Cerise DeLand, Jane Austen 2013. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. The carriages were then ordered. Willoughby's was first, and Marianne never looked happier than when she got into it. He drove through the park very fast, and they were soon out of sight, the entire party, save Elinor, laughing at their departure.Marianne exulted in Willoughby's dashing act. Curling her arm through his as he drove, she settled against him."I daresay, my dear girl, I feel your body purring like a cat's."Gazing up at his striking face, she admired his roguish beauty and the fact that he was hers. "When I am with you, I am a cat."He reined the horses to a halt and caught her against him. "I like you wild and clawing at me. Shall I encourage you to do that?"She tossed him a saucy glance, her shoulder up, her chin to one side. "Do as you will, Willoughby. I am yours."Capturing her hand, he pressed it to his chest. But she was not...