She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. She moaned as she touched him. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious.
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