There, on a cliff-top in her breath, and her insides turned over from one passionate, punishing kiss. Yes, punishing. The man was in a rage of her action, the force of his kiss was equal to his anger, he left her feverish trembling, bewildered and more than ever far from the control of their own feelings. And yet ... in spite of all his cries and she felt a kiss cruelty range of mixed emotions. She stared tremor in his face. Where went that care? His mood was changeable as the skin color of the chameleon. Like one man hiding two personalities.