Their lips met in an explosion of passion. No hesitation or second thoughts, no doubts or worries. Clothes were torn off and tossed away in the mad rush to explore more and more newly exposed skin. How long they spent that way, neither knew. All that mattered was the way she moaned when he nibbled at her neck and how he gasped when she pinched a very sensitive bit of his anatomy. But it was not enough.

Impatiently he pulled aside the red lace barrier between them. With a thrust of his hips, they were connected. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed her roughly up against the wall. Their tongues danced in celebration of their lust.

But all good things must come to an end.

He pulled his lips away from hers and dragged them to her ear, and, as she went suddenly still, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, he whispered…

“I hate you.”