His Redemption
He saw the change and smiled, quickening his pace.
"Oh... Michael... oh..." Her moans grew heavy as their rhythms locked together. Lust took hold of him completely. The clock ticked toward midnight, and as the hands struck twelve, he leaned into her ear: "Happy birthday, Seducer".
Morning light flooded the room. Diana lay tangled in the ruffled sheets, the sun flashing across her brow.
Groaning in frustration, she tried to slide deeper into the bed to hide from the glare, turning restlessly once, then again. Suddenly, memory hit her. Her eyes shot open.