"You…"
"Why are you standing in my room?" Sylvia placed her hand on her chest as her breath hitched in her throat.
The man standing at her doorstep, the moonlight shimmering on his unruly golden locks, waltzed in as if he didn't owe her any answer.
The man's tall stature needed only a couple of steps in order to reach her and then he leaped onto the bed as if he was a beast on the prowl.
Sylvia sat frozen, gulping her fear and nervousness as a vague feeling of excitement rose in her body.
She waited for him to come near her. She wanted him to come near her. And the devil did just that.
She tried to scurry away from the last minute, her feet shuffling on the bed, but he pulled her body closer to him in a single swift motion.
Then without any warning, he ripped the clothes off of her body, hovering on top of her, imprisoning her on both sides, his hands holding hers.
