Philippa Gregory. Another kind Boleyn (№ 101385)

Waking up at dawn, to feel his closeness, the warmth of delicious, intoxicating smell of leather. I never spent the night with a man who would love me with all his heart, loved for my own sake - what kind of a dizzying feeling. To be with someone you love, and you don't need to hide his adoration, or to supersize, don't count, I just love it, my only lover, and he loves me just as passionately, of course.