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formed military partners. Overhead, a threetiered crystal chandelier sparkled merrily, reflecting the dancing orange and blue flames of countless candles. The strains of the waltz filled the magnificent, opulent hall. |
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"You have never looked lovelier," Driver whispered huskily in her dainty ear as she twirled disarmingly close to his handsome face. |
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Flora demurely averted her eyes, knowing his intentions, anticipating the passionate but inevitable encounter. He was gentle, so considerate, so patient, yet at the same time enticingly demanding as a lover. She was enraptured by the way his fingers traced hungrily over her throbbing breasts, manipulating the countless hooks and buttons, slowly eliminating the constraints between their eventual fulfillment. There would be the sweetness of taking him in, the violent passion, the release, and finally, the warm, glowing feeling that they had reached their zenith together. |
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Flora closed her dreamy eyes and smiled, humming along with the waltz. |
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It was only a small noise, but it jolted her back to reality. |
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Her muddy brown eyes slowly scanned the room. The ceaseless wash of the drizzle against the kitchen window clouded her view of the bay, and she suddenly felt very isolated. |
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