Diana slowly walked into a dark room brightened by a few candles.
She calmly looked around.
A thud as the door closed behind her.
She had a cold expression taking off her dress little by little as if it was heavy on her shoulders, watching it fall.
Her delicate feet slowly took a step from where she stood, making way around the bed.
Her fingers and red painted nails fell the softness of the sheets, then falling on red pieces of lingerie.
She looked at them for a moment, sat on the edge of the bed, raised her leg under the dim light of the candles, wearing the panties as its silk ran through her soft skin.
Gently holding her hair and placing it on the side of her shoulder as she put on her top, holding her hands behind her back, tightening it around her small waist, closing it running with the fine line of her back.
Her toes tenderly entered the black tights she held, slowly raising them to her thighs.
She bent down, her wavy hair falling elegantly, wearing her heels, tightening them on her ankles. She stood up as she took a deep breath, walking towards the mirror, staring at her body blankly.
It was a masterpiece, a sculpture.
Her body, changed, ever since she trained with him.
Her eyes slowly ran on her curves, her flawless light skin with a bit of scars.
Her hand ran on her body, feeling the lingerie she was wearing, carefully feeling her bra strap, to her neck, playing with her hair, giving it more volume, then sat gently on the seat next to the mirror.
She took a small red bottle, and opened her lips slowly, softly applying her red lipstick, while her eyes remained cold and calm the entire time.
A gentle sound came from the door, opening then closing up.
She was finishing up, putting the red bottle back.
From the mirror could be seen a dark figure of a man laying his back on the door.
His colored golden eyes shone brightly.
He walked towards her, stood behind her.
She felt his abs on the back of her head, as she was calmly staring at herself in the mirror.
His ring reflected little light, his veiny hand filled with scars slowly placed on her shoulder, feeling her skin to her neck.
She watched his hand from the mirror, his thumb running on her cheek softly.
But his touch. From his soft touch. She could feel his strength and roughness.
His possessiveness.
As if he wanted to get a hold of her. As if he wanted to grab her and never let go.
His fingers took a good grip on her neck, roughly raising her head high suddenly.
Their eyes finally met.
Obsessed, possessive, hungry, mad, she could see it all.
She swallowed her breath and stood up, looking in the mirror, panting.
She looked in the mirror as he pushed her seat away.
He stood behind her. Those mad eyes of his still shone brightly, watching every part of her body. His hand wrapped around her, feeling her skin, running on her abs pulling her, making her back fall on his rock-hard chest.
He inclined his head, immersing himself in the smell of her hair. his lips slowly falling on her neck.
His other hand felt her arm, locking his fingers with hers.
Like a dance, he held her hand high making her turn around herself to face him, to then place that hand of hers around his neck.
His hand on her hip, feeling what she wore.
His fingers on her chin, raising her head.
Making her meet the madness in his eyes, looking at her from above, her red jewelry eyes shivered.
She looked down, stared at his body, placing her hand on his chest, raised her eyes to look at him again.
He took off his jacket, threw it by the side.
He raised her head again, pressed his lips against her. His tongue twisted with hers, like a snake, wrapped and played with hers.
Their mouth grew apart. She was left holding her tongue out, breathing heavily.
Her cheeks were red. He got closer as he placed her over the countertop of the mirror.
His leg pushed between hers.
His hand roughly grabbed her thigh as he impatiently held her tongue captive again.
Her moans, his heavy breathing, vibrated in the room.
Her legs wrapped and crossed around his back, opening his waistcoat's buttons hurriedly with her eyes clenched shut.
She couldn't take it off easily as it was stuck on his broad shoulders. They stopped with their tongues out, a fine line of saliva, like a string of fate holding between them.
She was taking steamy breaths, looking down again at his clothes shying from his gaze. And as if she noticed how big his shoulders were she stared at them for a moment, raised her eyes to look at him, giving him a sexually attractive look unconsciously.
He looked at her intensely, wrapped his arm around her waist. She held her hands around his neck with her legs still crossed behind him.
He raised her, walking her next to the bed.
She stood up on her own.
He pushed her onto the bed, where she sat on the edge.
She looked at him, taking off his waistcoat, loosening his tie, and pushing back his long hair as he stared at her coldly.
She raised her leg high.
He kneeled.
She placed it on his shoulder.
He ran his hand over her tight.
She raised her other leg, pressed her lips together, biting them as she looked at him. His eyes stared at her calmly, then fell between her legs. Soaked wet.