But Prince Tristan filled her mind as he struggled, it seemed, with his whole body to 
pierce her and enfold her.
  Even among the cries of the others, she heard his whisper behind his gag:  "Beauty, are 
you frightened?"
  "No!"  she shook her head.  She pressed her tortured mouth to his, and as he lifted her 
with his thrusts, she felt his heart pounding against her.
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