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She blew out the candle and settled back into the pillow. The
Count was outside in the hallway; she could hear him making his
way to his bedchamber. Then the sound of his steps seemed to
indicate a pause, and sounded more like a creeping, swishing,
more determined sound than going away from her door, and then
she knew he was there, just reaching for the knob of the door that
seperated their darkness.
Outside a steady rain was hitting the roof
and faroff lightning lit up the window. Her eyes caught the
swelling of the curtain and drapes at the window
from the pressure of the summer wind. She did not hear the
door opening and was not aware
of him until he was there, at her side, stroking her hair with his
"Mon Dieu!" she said, "If my husband catches you here he will..."
His mouth found hers and buried both of their heads in feathers.
She tried to push him away but then suddenly felt hot flashes
and all resistance left her body. His mouth was on her neck and
she felt his teeth and then something warm running down her neck
and she knew she was his forever.
"Bring it on!" she pleaded. "Let us live forever."

Fort Knox, KY

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