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tantalizing, this half dressed and undressed state. The edge of linen fabric running over the curve of her bust had been pulled so low by his own hand that it revealed the circlet tops of her peach colored nipples. Nipples that were puckered into two-twin swollen kernels, pushing upward beseechingly against the transparency of the clinging material.
    He did not, however, go so far as to touch them. Finding himself completely satisfied to only gaze at them and then reveal more. Carefully, Darth peeled the gown from Arabella's dainty shoulders. He pulled it beneath her, until he had it lowered to her slender waist, and then pulled further past the flare of her curving hips. The experience of undressing her was a sensual emotion in its own right. The night dress came off, out from under her diminutive feet, and he did naught, but let it fall to the floor at his side. He had closed his eyes, anticipating the moment he would open them and experience Arabella's nudity in total.
    Opening his eyes, Darth's breath caught as a tremor ran the length of his frame.
    Arabella was exquisite as he had known she would be. Her apricot flavored skin was flushed to resplendence with the fever and the sable tuft of richly curling brown hair adorning her pussy was positioned perfectly between her sleek thighs. Her belly was so tender and feminine that he found he could do naught else, but lay his cheek in reverence to its satin.
    And it was satin, he could feel it against the hard line of his cheekbone as he inhaled deeply and caught the scent of jasmine, but also Arabella's own special feminine fragrance so close to his nostrils. Darth blew a warm puff of air through the downy brunette curls covering Arabella's delicate pussy, watching the curls ruffle sweetly with his hot breath. He understood that he was depraved, taking from Arabella's weakness of the moment and showing his own weakness in return. He might have stayed in that position for eternity and been completely happy with nothing else, had not Arabella began to whimper in her delirium, bringing him back from his personal homage.
    Darth shook his head as if to clear it of its glory and he returned his thoughts to the proper amount of worry over Arabella's condition. Grabbing the wet linen from the basin, he wrung it out and began to wipe the perspiration from Arabella's shapely young body. She was shivering again, so he finished her front quickly and turned her onto her stomach to do her back. Then, he knew his mind was truly addled as the possibility of owning her swirled through his thoughts. He could still hear her rich voice saying, "I would do anything, your Lordship," as he moved the damp cloth over the heart-shaped globes of her buttocks.
    " Christ, " he cursed, and then he cursed one more time for good measure as he turned Arabella onto her back and hastily covered her. It was a good thing, because Chicery chose that moment to reappear and Darth realized that he had nearly been caught. That did more to clear his senses than anything as he began to undergo fury at himself for the disability he experienced. My God, was he a man or a sniveling bilk that he could not be master over his own needs? Agitated, Darth began to stalk the room in his disquiet as Chicery, who was still mumbling, went over to Arabella. Chicery lifted her head and began to feed her sips of the herbal tea.
    "Who is she, your Lordship, if I might ask?" Chicery sniffed.
    "Arabella," Darth answered as he continued to walk off his self anger.
    "That is all, Sir, just Arabella?" Chicery quipped.
    Chicery was like a short terrier dog gnawing on a bone, Darth thought and he resembled one too, with his thin nose and puckered lips as if he had just eaten something distasteful. But the little man was bald, and therein stopped his resemblance to a terrier.
    "Yes, that is all she told me," Darth snapped, finally coming to a stop in front of the fireplace mantel, where he proceeded to bend and add more logs to the fire.
    "And