On Michael's yacht...
"Diana...ah!"
Diana's wonderful body rocked up and down on Michael's lap. She kept looking at him from above, with her teary but dreamy eyes, with her mouth half open almost showing her white fangs, trying to contain the moans that he provoked as he thrust inside her.
"Don't… don't look at me like that," Diana couldn't stand those beautiful eyes of Michael. So full of something she couldn't accept.
Her heart belonged to another, although that other never loved her, and, even though she thought that he had died, she missed him.
Now that he was back, her heart didn't know where to go, she was afraid. And she didn't want to hurt Michael, she didn't want to hurt him with those fickle feelings.
