The shadows retreated as I flicked the lighter on and slowly, with deliberate care, lit each candle stick. The room took on a warm, sensual glow and I could see the fire’s light reflected upon myself in the mirror.

Feeling both shy and seductive, I turned to face the figure on the bed.

He was turned slightly onto his side, watching me. I gazed back at him, my eyes moving slowly over his body. Absorbing the image of him stretched comfortably on my bed like some half tamed predator. Handsome yet dangerous. And oh so tempting.

His eyes locked with mine, capturing me. I was mesmerized by the intensity in their depths. He smiled and opened his arms to me, beckoning. Lightheaded, I took the steps needed to bring me closer.

The mirrors in my room reflected as I raised my hands to brush the sheer black robe from my shoulders. The fabric had a molten shimmer as it slid over my body like water to puddle at my feet. I felt empowered by his gaze. Ringed by flame, I was beautiful and seductive as I moved over him.

He reached out to me, his hands combing through my hair as I settled onto my knees, the blankets soft under my shins. Leaning over him I closed my eyes and rested my hands in the nest of hair on his lower belly, surrendering myself to the sensuality.

His hands set fire to my skin as he trailed them down my neck to cup my breasts in his calloused hands. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me as his thumb rubbed across one sensitive nipple.