"Have you no sense?" he snarled. "I tell you that you are 'in danger' and to stay inside the abbey, and that causes you to go tripping about the countryside?" She tried to step back. "I merely-" "No." He yanked her into his chest, his face within inches of hers, his breath hot on her lips. "No explanations, no excuses. I've had enough of your carelessness, madam." Her eyes widened and for a second she was almost afraid. Something in Raphael's face twisted and changed. "What you do to me-" He slammed his mouth onto hers, forcing her lips apart and thrusting in his tongue. She mewled helplessly as he bent her back over his arm. Her senses were filled with the taste of coffee and the scent of cloves and she couldn't think. He lifted his mouth from hers so abruptly she could only stare up at him, dazed. Then she heard the sounds of wheels on gravel. A carriage jolted down the drive at a fast clip and halted in front of the house. Raphael swung her to the side and partially behind him, his grip on her arm still firm." --