It began with a touch...the minute, imperceptible tracing of a single finger down the curve of her hip, in the soft black velvet of her dreams.
She felt his warmth...his heat against her back, and she began to stir...her eyes opening wide, unseeing in the lightlessness of the world.
Gently, he touched her eyelids, willing them to close once more...to embrace the darkness...the night, as the moist warmth of his breath waft intimately against her neck.