*Her flesh craved his sins etched into her walls. A mark of the devil left as a memory of his nightly visits to her dreams. This man a mystery. He crept from the pits of hell to prove that nightmares do exist. Burning her flesh as his fingers mapped their destination, he wouldn’t stop until her body held his mark embedded in her skin. Subtle moans released from her lips, her sounds a symphony for his ears only. He buried his face against her body, tasting the honey that dripped, intoxicated by the sweet liquor that coated his probing tongue.*