The melody of Strauss teased them into motion, his hand clasping hers, the fragrant exhilaration of intimate proximity, the flowing twirl of a graceful triad. Diana wondered as they danced at the sense of delight with which she held onto this mysterious Lord, following and anticipating in every breath his lead. The fibre of her unconscious fought with her usual cautious sensibility. With each step, Diana yearned to hold him closer, a feeling that grew stronger as they danced each turn around the joy-filled room. She kept her distance only from fear that she would lose the moment in being too bold. Diana wondered if he would accept her surrender.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances