I gulped at the intense lust he radiated. Looking down on myself, trying to see me as he saw me, I smiled and ran my palms over the deep red silk. It occurred to me when I had seen the dress laid out on the bed for me to wear that it matched the red silk in the basement he had taken me in earlier. To say that my body had not only succumbed to him but had come to life under him was an understatement. My memories wouldn’t allow me to compare him to past lovers but I knew the connection we had sexually was powerful, both of us feeding each other as we consumed what the other gave. He stalked across the room towards me, making me bring my gaze back to him. His expression was stern and it made me shiver. His finger gently tipped my chin back so my eyes were secured under his own stare. “Red suits you. However, it makes me want to spoil your perfection. Incites in me the need to break you.” My eyes widened. “Do you want me to change?” He smirked at me, his hand now sliding down the front of me, his finger dipping into the cleavage my underwear produced.
