Diana slowly walked in a dark room brightened by a few candles.

She calmly looked around.

A thud sound as the door closed behind her.

She had cold expression taking off her dress little by little as if it was heavy on her shoulders, watching it fall down. Her delicate feet slowly took a step from where she stood, slowly making way around the bed. Her fingers and red painted nails feeling the softness of the sheets, falling on red pieces of lungerie. She looked at them for a moment, sitting in on the edge of the bed, raising her leg under the dim light of the candles, wearing the panties in a slow manner 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, tightning it around her small waist, closing it running with the fine line of her back. Her toes gently entered the black tights she held, slowly raising them up to her thighs. She bent down, her wavy hair falling down elegantly, wearing her heels, tightening them on her ankles. She slowly stood up as she took a deep breath, walking towards the mirror, starring 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 lightskin with a bit of scars. Her hand slowly ran on her body, feeling the lingery 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 red bottle, opened her lips slowly, softly applying her red lipstick, while eyes remained cold and calm the entire moment.

A gentle sound came from the door, opening gently then closing up.

She was finishing up, putting the red bottle back. From the mirror could be seen the black figure of a man laying his back on the door.

His colored golden eyes shone brightly.

He straightened and walked towards her, standing behind her, she felt his abs on the back of her hair, 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 strenght and roughness. His possessivness. As if he wanted to get a hold of her. As if he wanted to grab and never let go. His fingers took a good grip of her neck, roughly pulling her head high suddenly. Their eyes, finally met. Obssessed, possessive, hungry, mad, she could see it all. She swallowed and stood up, looking in the mirror, panting. A gentle sound of the chair being pushed made her look in the mirror. He stood behind her. Those mad eyes of his still shone bright. watching every part of her body. His hand wrapped around her, feeling her skin, running on her abs and pulling her, making her back fall on his rock hard chest. He inclined his head, immercing himself in the smell of her hair. his lips slowly falling on her neck. His other hand running and feeling her arm, to lock 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 put on her hip, feeling what she wore. His fingers on her chin, raising her head. Meeting the madness again of his eyes, looking at her from above, her red gewels shivered. She looked down. Staring at his body, placing her hand on chest, raising her eyes to look at him again. Taking off his jacket, throwing it by the side. He raised her head again, pressing his lips against her. His tongue twisted with hers, like a snake, wrapped and played with hers. Their mouth grew apart. Holding her tongue out. Breathing heavily. Her cheeks red. He got closer as he placed her over the countertop of the mirror. His leg pushing between hers. His hand roughly grabbing 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 clenshed shut. She couldn't take it off easly as it was stuck with his broad shoulders. They stopped, 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 intensly. Wrapped his arm around her waist. She held her hands around his neck with her legs still crossed behind him. He raised her, walking next to the bed. She slowly stood up on her own. He pushed her on the bed, where she sat on the edge. She looked at him, taking off his waistcoat, loosening his tie, pushing back his long hair as he stared at her coldly. She raised her leg. He kneeled on his knee. She placed it on his shoulder. He ran his hand over her tight. She raised her other leg on top of his shoulder. Pressed her lips together, biting them as she looked at him. His eyes stared at her calmly, then fell between her legs. Soaked wet.