From across the room, he gazed at her like a lioness stalking its prey. He wanted to consume her, devour her every last inch, tasting her like the pretty little gazelle she was. How he wanted to lick every morsel of her!
Alas, he could not have her.
She was accompanied by her husband, a man of great influence, of great stature and old money. She could never leave him. To leave him would mean certain destruction, not only for her, but for the man who desired her. She was intrigued by him, no doubt, but they could never be together. She couldn't be allowed to love him; it would equal certain death!
They could only exchanges glances, an occasional smile with their eyes at each other, a knowing glance but only observable by those keen to such small details. Their love would only live within their fantasy, impossible and unobtainable, smoldering deep within the flame of a lifetime, until perhaps, in another life, it could be realized.
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