Their eyes locked, a clandestine meeting of two hearts. She looked away, but he could not. She could feel the fire of his stare, salacious, as he took in her beauty. She felt her cheeks flush, her body, all sensation, the longing for his touch, and his lips upon hers. She could bare the heat no longer, the aching need to lose herself from the inferno building inside her. Writhing, twisting and turning, she finally released herself from the tangled mass of sheet and blanket. Tearing them off her, bathed in sweat, she was finally free. Until night fell again.

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