The long, filmy, red curtains billowed out from the open windows, fluttering around her naked form like silken wings. Stepping through them, she approached the four-poster bed, draped in white satin sheets, in the center of the empty expansive room.

With each step, her heart hammered painfully in her chest. Sweat trickled down her back, and soft flutters of desire began to flicker between her legs.

The dream was the same every time.

The thought of seeing him naked on the bed brought swells of delight surging through her body. Already she was wet with an intense craving that left her breathless.

As she neared the bed, she could see the outline of him lying on the satin covers through the translucent white curtains hanging down from the canopy. With a trembling hand, she lifted the drape from the bed and knelt onto the mattress.

He was waiting for her, like he did every night. Stretched out across the bed, his head supported by his hand, he looked like a golden angel. His long blond hair was arranged artfully over his shoulders and fanned out around him like spun gold. He had flawless skin the color of alabaster, and it only accentuated the ripples of muscle in his arms, chest, stomach, and legs. Everything about him screamed perfection.

But it was his eyes that had always drawn her. Pale as moonlight and just as mysterious, they pulled at her insides. When he looked at her, she was like raw clay in his hands with which he could do anything he wanted.

"I have been waiting for you, my love."