His eyelids concealed his grey eyes. Blackness sprawled in front of his eyes. And then, in

that darkness, a picture was slowly and sensually drawn.

Grey eyes.

Slender nose.

Laughing lips. Rosy lips.

Perfect cheeks.

Honey blonde locks.

Her dainty hands holding a rose.

The picture faded and then came a certain scene.

Her writhing under him. Her rosy lips that were smiling earlier now shivered. Her cheeks

paled. Her grey eyes closed. Her fingers digging into his muscular back. Then her lips

opened ...