The Gypsy Witch

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Danielle felt him draw near and looked up at him and flinched as if he were going to hit her. He saw her reaction and arched his eyebrow. He reached out and before she knew what he was doing had pulled the knit cap from her head, tossing it aside. Free from its confinement, her hair fell gently downward framing her face. His eyes widened in pleasure. Before him stood the willow slender figure of a woman. Scott stared down into her face. Her beauty astounded him, so much so that he could not look away. She reminded him of a gypsy temptress. Above her ivory skin, her hair was black as a moonless night, startling in its contrast to her fairness. It hung in tangles of disarray to her waist. He wanted to bury his lips in her tresses as he suddenly longed to bury himself deep within her body.