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Lightning splintered through turbulent black clouds. Thunder rumbled through vast rooms a split-second later. Volleys of hail hammered against Spanish tiles and clogged vintage gutters with perilous weight. Electricity filled the sky again, illuminating a woman's nude silhouette standing beside the master suite window. Panes of glass rattled from the explosion just outside.
    The tallest tree near the driveway smoldered from the strike. Its once magnificent branches lay scattered around a fractured trunk. Howling winds ferried flaming leaves through the night.
    "Oh well . " Katelyn sighed, staring at the debris thrown about her once perfectly manicured lawn. "I suppose the gardeners will tend to that first thing in the morning."
    She turned away from the drafty panes and walked toward her four-poster bed. The storm had wiped out power hours before, leaving her to rely on pillar candles scattered about the room to guide her through the darkness. Flickering wicks kissed her perfect, smooth skin with their golden auras. She grasped her hairbrush and began the tedious process of brushing her wavy, chestnut hair.
    Katelyn glanced toward the nightstand. Her husband's blue eyes returned a yearning stare from within a scalloped frame. William should be there with her, warming her bare flesh and tending to the cravings only his body could ever fully satisfy. His lips were beautiful , sculpted with perfection beneath the silver accents of his mustache. Her forearm grazed her breast as she passed the heavy brush through her hair. Tingles chased the desire growing between her thighs.
    Nobody would be home for hours; nobody ever was this time of night. The servants would be gone until morning and William often spent long hours in the operating room. He was the best plastic surgeon on the West Coast. When his skillful hands were not busy healing the afflicted, they were holding her, fondling her. Her fingers drifted down, followed her thin strip of pubic hair, and caressed the glistening, delicate folds of flesh between her legs.
    Soft pink areolas tightened around firm, yearning nipples. She spread her legs wider to grant the brush access. The handle slipped inside her with ease, curling her toes with delight. Manicured nails softly tugged and twisted the engorged hood embellishing her clitoris. A flash of lightning cast her writhing shadow against the wall. Thunder rattled the vanity mirror as pleasure swelled inside her.
    "Oh, G od." White satin pillowcases muffled her moans. "William, I wish you were here with me."
    Her frustrations mounted as ecstasy evaded her despite her growing appetite. She ground her fingers against her mound, but it was useless.
    "Fuck!" She threw the brush across the room. It shattered a vase before tumbling into the shadows. She suckled the musky aroma from her sticky fingers, further fueling her irritation.
    Katelyn rose off the bed and stared at her nude body in the mirror. She was the image of perfection. Every curve carefully sculpted by William's scalpel. Micro-scars were hidden from even the most intent lover's stare. She ran her hands over her firm breasts, jiggling the silicon within. She sank her thumbnails into her nipples and twisted until colored stars danced behind her eyes. Katelyn's attempt to extinguish her desire with a dose of pain failed miserably. The longing between her thighs refused to be doused . She knew she would never be able to sleep until she found her release.
    Katelyn walked naked down the long, dark hallway. There was no need to carry a candle; she knew every inch of the mansion by heart. Frozen faces in painted classics admired her bare delicacy as she walked past.
    She made her way to the stairs, descended their treacherous spiral with ease, and found her way into the kitchen. All the while, his face hovered in the darkness before her eyes. A cruel game of shadows played out in her imagination. Her self-confidence assured her nothing could be there. He was gone forever, and she