“You must be ready to face all the desires of your heart, and know which ones are real.”
Sarah heard the costume store owner's warning, but didn't heed it. Tonight of all nights was Hallowe'en––a time of magic and make believe. She has an invite to the largest party in Chicago––in a beautiful Renaissance dress reputed to bring her heart's desire.
Why should she be cautious? After all, where had it gotten her except alone on a Friday night? It certainly hadn't gotten her a date with her adorable neighbor, Tim. So when she meets a dark, magnetic man in a mask claiming to know her every desire, she surrenders to his seductions, and for the first time engages in a steamy one night stand with a stranger.
Little does Sarah know that her new lover wants much more than one night with her. Much more.
Her every pleasure will be indulged, but at what price?
Sarah squinted to see the large, looming form of the mystery man from the night before. How had he gotten inside her bedroom? Her apartment was up on the fourth floor, and anyone needed to pass security to enter downstairs. She started to tremble.
This can’t be happening! Am I dreaming?
“You’re not real...are you?” she said shakily.
“Why would you think that,” he replied silkily. “I am quite real to you, am I not?”
The room filled with preternatural light. He was dressed exactly as the night before, down to the white mask hiding part of his face.
“Yes, but...” she breathed. The covers drifted off the bed, leaving her exposed in her silk nightgown. They had moved of their own accord. Was he real? A hallucination? A ghost of some kind?
“Why––why are you here?”
“We’re not finished from the night before.”
In spite of her fear, a heat ignited inside Sarah. The stranger took a step towards her, moving with an easy, feral grace. Her body leaned towards his as the distance closed rapidly between them. Her nipples were tight and drawn out, as though reaching for him. They stood out in sharp relief against the silk of her gown. The lips of her sex swelled with his approach.
Sarah’s nightgown slipped off her shoulders as though unseen hands stripped the garment away. Towering over her now, he took her small hands in his, raising her up to stand in front of him. His movements caused the nightgown to puddle on the floor at her feet.
This wasn’t possible. It must be a dream or something. But if he wasn’t real how was this happening? His lips were so full, curved in a dangerous smile, teeth gleaming.
“How are you doing these things?” she asked tremulously. “Who are you?”
Sarah usually covered her nakedness but his dark gaze mesmerized her, compelled her to expose herself to him. Heat continued to sear through her, quelling some of the panic.
“I have so many names.” His finger traced her jaw lightly, voice sounding jaded and amused.
“Are you a ghost––or something?”
“I am what you need ...and what you asked for.”
Sarah trembled as he tipped her face up to his and devoured her lips in a consuming kiss. She arched against him helplessly as his hands explored her body. On fire, she no longer cared who or what this man was. Only that he was her lover––her perfect, mystery lover.