Midnight Red

She was the predator. He was her prey. At the stroke of midnight he was hers to play. After every game she leaves behind a trail of red kisses. He remembers everything she does to him but he can never remember her face, just her red lipstick. He contemplates if they're just wild fantasy but the sinful marks she leaves on his body prove him otherwise. He has to find his ravishing, red lipped, late-night intruder even if it is the last thing he does and it just might be.

*Contains Sexual Content*