The man who stood at the open glass doors was tall and lean. His black hair was longer than fashionable and pulled away from his pale face. He was wearing black leather trimmed with green and gold, and for some reason his eyes looked red.
"Who are you?" Jane asked.
Thin lips turned to smile, but the man didn´t answer. Instead he walked over the crimson rose-patterned carpet and Jane ´s lush pastel bed. She felt nervous excitement rising in her.
"I want to..."
He never found out what she wanted. The stranger´s mouth was on her lips, his hands started to disrobe her clothes, and instead of protesting or fighting she allowed it to happen. She heard his zipper coming undone, then he was in her, and the sting of pain in her neck was drowned by pleasure.
She knew that this man would fulfill all of her fantasies.