She stumbled through the door and gaped at a man with wide shoulders sloping down to a narrow waist, and his skin shone like the golden wood of her bed. He lay back on the soft sheets, his head propped by pillows, with semen shining on his stomach like spilled oil. She felt desire swell in the pit of her stomach, a hunger she could not explain or deny. Her hands shook as she took off her cape, dropped it to the floor, unlaced her bodice, and let it fall over her heaving breasts. She pressed against him--she could feel the heat and hardness of him--and kissed him. His tongue plunged into her mouth; hers met his. They sucked each other's tongues hungrily. He moaned in pleasure, reached for her skirt and ripped it off. She pulled up his breeches and lifted them over his muscled buttocks. Her lips traveled from his mouth across his chin to his neck down to the hollow below his collarbone where she left small red marks with her teeth. Then she straddled him.