![]() ![]() She tiptoed down the stairs, mindful of the noise she was making in the quietness of the dark night. She jumped out of bed, stripping off the dress she had been wearing and put on a robe of the finest rose silk, an almost translucent garment that in the light would show the curves of her body, the very supple pale flesh of her golden skin. She thought of the boy, and a hunger filled her body, a yearning too strong for her to resist. Her body was covered in a light perspiration than in others would smell sour, but on her arousing. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair. ![]() She woke from her sleep with a jolt, sitting up in her bed, peering out the window to see the full moon high above. Venetia turned towards the stairs intent on going to her private room, far from her wheezing husband to take a nap. The day had been long, the emotions overwhelming. The feeling she inspired in all men was now the dominant expression in his face that she only ever wanted to kiss. ![]() The girls were her shackles, a punishment she had never understood. “Thank you.” She said through her closed smile. ![]()
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