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outweighed by her skill in making her body stand out, move,
and show off her best assets.
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When she finished practicing, she drained the pasta and
sprinkled cheese on top. It would have to suffice.
After she finished her meal, she put her dress on again,
found a small pair of gold stud earrings and slipped into her
black dance shoes. She smiled at her appearance in the mirror
and headed out.
Fallon pulled up to the mansion, this time less afraid. It
still had an eerie feeling around it, but she imagined it looked
more harmless in the daytime. Gargoyles at night gave a
definite message of terror.
As before, the door opened by itself, and this time she
noticed white flower petals lead her upstairs.
The whispers started up again, chanting to her. Blood red.
Cursed love. She had no idea what they meant and quickly
dismissed them. Her excitement for the dance kept her
focused. The trail of flowers brought her to the mirrored
room and to the mysterious Ryder himself.
In the corner she noticed his frame, outlined by the
orange glow of the fire. Just being in his presence thrilled her.
 Hello, Ryder, she said, twirling strands of her hair
between her fingers.
 Good evening, Fallon. I m glad to see you again. Tell
me, what did you think of the tape?
 Inspirational. I fell in love with the music from the first
note. In fact, it left me with some explicit dreams. It all swept
me away.
 How so?
 I m not sure, but it has just the right kind of melody and
rhythm. It speaks to me somehow. The instruments you used
were soft and elegant. When I listened, I felt my body grow
light, almost as if I could fly. Sensations crept into my body
and I felt an inner peace. There was balance, and I rarely ever
feel that way. You have such a spectacular gift, Ryder. I feel so
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lucky you would share your gift with me, even for a little
while.
 You flatter me.
 I speak the truth.
 You are different from the others. I m not sure what to
think of you.
 Others?
 Other women I ve known.
A pang of jealousy ate away at her. Why should I care there
are others?
Ryder cleared his throat.  It doesn t matter about them.
They are of the past.
 You said I m different. Is different bad?
 I m not sure. I think it complicates things. I expected
one thing and got something completely different. I m not
very good at explaining my words.
 You re confusing me. Have I done something wrong?
 Not at all. I m sorry if that is how I m conveying my
thoughts. My displeasure stems from a dark place inside and
about myself. Perhaps I ve spent too much time brooding in
this dim and gloomy place. I find little has brought me joy.
That is, until you came along.
 Now I m the one who is flattered, she smiled coyly.
 I imagine you get many compliments from gentleman
admirers.
She shook her head. If only he knew.
 I long to see how you express my music with your
body.
Fallon smiled.  I m ready when you are.
She heard a soft click, and the music began, just as it had
on her headset. As she spun, the room blurred and she felt her
body being pulled into a tunnel, a portal of some sort. She
found herself back where she d been earlier, lying on a black
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cloak with Ryder above her, his tongue flickering against the
nub of her clit. Slick fingers slipped in and out between her
thighs in time with the music.
His words rang out, just as she d heard before.
 When I slip inside you, there s no going back.
Why did those words leave shivers down her spine?
 What did you say? she whispered, not wanting the
mood to change.
The whispers interrupted. She started to loathe their very
presence. It was like they were trying to lead her astray, as if
she didn t deserve to feel such immense pleasure from a man.
Blood Red. Cursed Love. Haunting words like bugs crawling on
her skin. Fallon fought to shoo them away and concentrate on
the delicious moves of his fingers. Her whole body was alive
and reacting to his rhythm.
 Please, let me feel you inside me, she begged, just as
before. His fingers felt good but she d longed to feel flesh
between her thighs. It had been much too long and there was
no turning back now.
His lips scoured the side of her neck and his cock pressed
hard against her thigh. It was what she was waiting for. She
spread her legs as wide as she could and raised her hips,
anything to move things along. Her hand slid down and
wrapped around his hard, pulsating cock. Its texture against
her palm was delicious. His husky moans said enough to her.
It was what he wanted as well.
There s no going back.
Were the words coming from him or the whispers? Her
legs shook, she wanted him so much. Swiftly, she helped
guide him into her. The sudden plunge took her breath away.
His lips were nuzzling her neck, and she tensed when she felt
a severe pinch. But the next second, he moved inside her, and
all thoughts but one flew from her mind.
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He moved in and out of her, faster and faster. She opened
her eyes, and the room turned red deep scarlet red
spinning around like a pinwheel. Her gasps grew louder as he
plummeted further, pounding into her walls with a fervid
pace.
She raised her hips, and together their orchestrated
moves found a shared duet, locking into one another s inner
rhythm, knowing where the finished score would end. He
suckled at her neck and the blood swirled inside her head.
Nothing else existed in the moment except their bodies, rabid
with heat, savagely racing toward an orgasm to send them out
of this world.
 Faster, she moaned, her hands pulling him tighter to
her.
Her legs were spread and raised, opening her whole body
to him in an offering. Ryder s lips moved down and found her
breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Her body reacted
in jolts, having forgotten how good it felt. She couldn t
believe sensation had returned to her nipples when he was
near. A plethora of feelings resonated in her body like she d
never felt before, blazing a scorching path that seemed
relentless.
His body jerked and he moved his hand between them,
circling her clit. Together they reached the crescendo-like
orgasm, both screaming out at the top of their lungs, releasing
the breath they d held so tight in the final moments.
He pulled out of her and lay on his side, his fingers
looping around her strands of hair.
 Was that what you wanted?
 Oh, hell yeah. She laughed, feeling free and loose.
Plastic couldn t summon a moment like that no matter how
wild her fantasy ran.  Did you enjoy yourself?
 Yes, it s been a very long time. Feels like centuries.
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 Same here. I d almost forgotten.
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