"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.

His black irises greedily gazed at her body, eying her curves and her bumps that were left unguarded for him to take.

But Sylvia found herself strangely not repulsed by his attention. Her body wanted him to take her.

Her ample breasts and her slender waist trembled, gently heaving up and down in anticipation, waiting and yearning for the man to touch her.

And when he did, her heart shivered and her nerves succumbed to him. She closed her eyes but she could feel the man's hands everywhere on her body.

He squeezed her breasts, licked her nipples, sucking on them and teasing them.

Ah. Sylvia moaned, a million nerves on her body exploding.

Her eyes snapped open to look at him and he met her gaze, the trickster grin dancing on his lips instead of his fake gentle smile.

Breaking their gaze, the man leaned forward and peppered kisses gently on her cheeks, on her necks, trailing down to her chest, her waist, her long smooth legs, licking her and tasting her, devouring every inch of her body bit by bit.

He made her quiver and moan with every touch.

And when he was done, he came up to cover her mouth with his, sucking on her lips gently and softly.

Though the man was gentle, Sylvia wanted more and kissed him back more forcefully, fanning his desire further and tempting him into a fervor.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness inside. Her tongue intertwined with the devil's and kissed him back with an equal passion.

Sylvia found her hands tightening around his chiseled back, with her nails digging into him.

Her legs locked behind him, crushing their bodies together, her soft and supple breast driving him crazy and making him dive deeper and deeper into her, the man's hardness waiting to plunder and ravage her.

"I am going to eat you up now, my sweet kitten." His voice whispered in her ears, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Mmm… She silently replied. Her back arched and she moaned loudly as her soul and spirit sizzled, greedily yearning for the man's touch and his love.

She felt a thirst for him that she had never felt before and her nerves and her skin burned in the invisible fire.

She wanted him. She needed him and she craved for him, her body wanting all of his.

She bit into the man's broad shoulders and he pulled her head back, holding a handful of her soft silver hair.

Then as he watched her face that lusted after him, burning with an insatiable desire, he thrust into her sending a sharp pain across her body.

The pain slowly turned into waves of pleasure as he moved his hips taking her deeper and deeper, satisfying her hunger.

As the man's one handheld her hair and the other ravished her breast, Sylvia clutched the sheets on the bed, crumpling them as her body twitched in ecstasy.

The big bad devil bewitched her with his body and she felt hypnotized. She whimpered under his touch, small explosions of euphoria spreading across her body.

She bit her lips, stopping herself from crying his name out loud and moaning in pleasure, but the man didn't show her mercy.

He licked his lips seductively and leaned closer to whisper in her ears. "Say it. Say my name. Say that you belong to me. You are mine and you are only mine. Say it."

Sylvia shuddered, her body shivering from head to toe under his spell. She was his alright. She knew it and her body didn't hide it.

And just when he was about to plunge into her deepest part, making her curl her toes in anticipation, waiting for the rhapsody which would inevitably follow, a loud thunder rumbled and Sylvia flashed her eyes wide open.

She jolted up and sat on her bed in a weird trance, her body fully drenched in sweat.

Though her insides were burning as if they were on fire, her body and her hands felt cold and lonely.

Sylvia blinked, touching her chest and her body in a hurry, only to find out that her nightgown was still intact and not ripped into shreds by the man who had consumed her just a few seconds ago.

Her eyes then searched the dimly lit room, the light in the lantern flickering unsteadily.

But no matter how much she searched, there was no one in the room except for her.

DAMN IT! Sylvia hugged herself, trying to get a handle on her thoughts. "Just a dream?" She muttered absentmindedly.

Her common sense had quickly caught up to her and yet, she was unable to shake the surreal dream which she had just experienced.

Thump. She fell back onto the bed, her heart racing a million miles a minute and her breathing slow and ragged.

Her hand slowly slid down to touch her burning core, only to find it unabashedly wet.