‘Arno looks beautiful silhouetted against the light of the dying fire, as I lie beneath him on his bed. I stare up at him, taking in his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, his smooth, tanned skin. His dark hair is untied and hangs loosely down, framing his sculpted, gorgeous face. As he stares down at me, he smirks, his eyes darkening, and his gaze drifts down my body appreciatively. The desire in his eyes excites me. I slip out of my nightgown, ready to surrender to him completely.’