The room was painted a deep shade of crimson. The polished wood floor paled in its comparison. A few dozen white pillar and tapered candles lit the room for them. Dark shadows circled the walls of the loft, caressing their bodies. A single drape less arched window held a view of the city below. Outside the rain continued to fall, beads of water ran on the outside of the glass. Soft melodious sounds streamed through a near by stereo.
The couple lay in the bed, whispering softly. The sheets a dangerous tangled curtain around their partially naked bodies. Bodies that heeded a sweet, musky scent. She lay on her stomach, her long dark hair pushed to one side, her head propped up on one bent arm, in the other hand she held a glass of wine. Closing her eyes, she took her first sip, her poetic mouth curving into a angelic smile. Her tongue enjoying the marriage of creamy supply oak and the firm tannins of the merlot. Rourke pulled the sheet away from them, whispering to her in his hypnotic voice of the loving making they just shared.
His hands softly stoked down her back. Her sigh was a moan as his hand met with the small of her back., her body shuddering stirring with pleasure. Leaving her wanting more of him. More than she had ever known before. Whispering the words he began to write on her body.
Carnal, just above her ass, where two identical dimples met. His fingers trailing down her smooth left thigh, Lewd. A warmth spread through her body as his hand went to her right calf, Sensuous. Salacious, on her left hip. Sinuous, trickled down the center of her spine. He gently rolled her hips, turning her onto her back.
She cradled her head under one arm, her hair draping over the side of the bed. She gazed down at him through dark lashes, her eyes filling with renewed desire. Rourke bent his head, his tongue circling her navel, he withdrew and wrote, Lure.
