After that incident in Greenland, John Black, now John Ryan DiMera, couldn’t stop thinking about her…Blondie. She was like this pretty little thing that easily grew on him.
The first time that he saw her, down on Rolf’s laboratory, he knew that there was something about her that he just couldn’t explain. Hell yeah, Stefano was right…she really was something. He flashed back to everything that happened in Greenland, the crash, Shawn Sr. dying, Bo’s near-death experience, Dead Eye puncturing his lungs, the little one they called Claire sitting on his lap drinking her juice…and there was Marlena, looking like a lost puppy, with her disshelved hair and a nasty gash on her forehead. She looked so beautiful even in that state. And then there was the sex. “Amazing!” he exclaimed out loud as he tried to remember every second he and Blondie spent the cold, freezing night in each other’s arm.
He was sitting on Stefano’s favorite chair, a cigar on his left hand and a glass of scotch on his right. He had took control of the DiMera Mansion the moment they got back from Greenland. He was the new master of the house, since his big bro Stefano was having an indefinite vacation at the intensive care unit of the prestigious University Hospital, thanks to Blondie’s effort at making sure that Stefano wouldn’t bother him or anyone again. There was her name again…Marlena Evans Black, his Blondie…his wife. He gulped his scotch and poured himself another.
“My wife…And what a wife you are Blondie,” he smirked, remembering how her skin felt when he touched her. He wanted to see her again, too bad she declined when he told her that he could stay with him here in this creepy place, but who could blame her? He too was starting to have bad feelings in this place.
He stood up, walked towards the dark table, the one which she had shot a few weeks back, when she was trying to make her point with Stefano. He ran his fingers on the bullet holes, smiled and then picked up the phone. He started dialing, just a random phone number which he didn’t remember how he knew it, and was surprised when he heard the voice on the other end.
Marlena was sitting on her office chair, just came from a board meeting that Craig had put up. She was ready to go home, but her gaze was caught by this book on her table. It was about hypnotism. She picked the book up and leafed through the pages and found where she was. She eased back on her chair and continued reading where she left of, taking a few minutes to just relax before heading home. She thought about John. She wanted to put him under, but he had declined, fearing that she might put something in his head. She was lost in the book, reading every line, for the hope that one day John would walk up to her and tell her to hypnotize him. She was oblivious to the constant vibration of her phone.
John almost threw the handset away when he heard her voice, but he didn’t when he realized that it was her voicemail. He lingered on the phone and took great joy in listening to her recorded voice. He voice was somehow guttural, sexy…the same voice he woke up to on Greenland after they were intimate.
He didn’t leave a message, just kept redialing her number and listening to her voice. He had a smile on his face as he listened to her voice saying, ”Hi, it’s Marlena. I’m sorry I couldn’t take your call. I am either with a patient or in a board meeting right now. But if you’ll leave your name and message, I will get back to you as soon as possible.”
He sat back on his chair, redialed her number and waited for the voicemail to pick up again. Then he froze when he realized that the voicemail message has been changed.
Marlena put the book down on her table, feeling something that she needed to check her messages. She took her phone out f her purse and saw that there was none. She was about to put her phone back when she felt the vibration, signaling an incoming call. She answered it, not bothering to check the number on the caller ID .
“Hello, Dr. Evans speaking…” she waited for an answer, but got nothing.
“Hello? Is someone on the line? Can you hear me? Hello? I am going to hang up if you don’t answer…”
Marlena stayed on the line for a few minutes, still waiting for an answer, thinking that maybe the caller was having a bad connection.
John swallowed hard when he realized that it wasn’t a voicemail anymore. He thought of hanging up but that would be rude. He may not had his memory but he knew that hanging up was not good thing to do. So he decided to just answer her, but before doing so, he took a huge gulp on his drink and a long sniff on his cigar.
“Hey Blondie, it’s me,” he said, feeling a little nervous.
Marlena was surprised when she heard his voice.
“Jo-John?” she said, stuttering a little.
She didn’t expect him calling her on her cellphone. She tried to think if she gave him her number, but she was 100% sure that she didn’t.
“Ummm what can I do for you John? Are you alright?”
John was still on the line, thinking of what he was going to say. He cleared his throat and mustered up all the courage he had and talked to her.
“I am OK, how about you?” he asked, puffing out a smoke from his cigar.
“I’m good, just reading some files and I am about to go home any minute now.”
Marlena thought of asking him how he got her number,
“John, how did you get my cellphone number? Did I give it to you?” she asked.
“Your what? Oh your number? This number? I don’t know. I just picked up the phone and started dialing. I didn’t knew it was yours,” he said honestly.
For the first time, John was speaking up, something that he found very easy whenever he was with her.
Marlena on the other end was smiling, she thought that this could be a start of John finally getting his memory back.
“Oh, is that so?” she said and was answered with John’s
“Yeah, that is so.”
Silence loomed over them, both waiting what the other has got to say. Marlena broke the silence since she sensed that John wouldn’t know what he was going to say.“Ummm, John, I better get going…so if you want to say something or anything, I guess you better say it now or we can talk tomorrow if you like.”
John didn’t want their conversation to end, not just yet. He was getting a little lonely on the mansion. His nephews were barely there and if they were there, nobody dared to speak with him.
“Ah, Blondie? Is it possible if you could meet me tonight?” he asked.
Marlena was pleased that he wanted to see her, for whatever reasons it may be. He was asking for her and that was good enough for her.
“OK, where do you want us to meet?”
“Here. DiMera mansion. How fast can you get here?”
Marlena looked at her watch, “I can be there in 30 minutes.”
John shook his head, “No. Be here in 20 minutes. I want you here no more than 20 minutes and if you arrive here a second later, don’t dare to knock on my door. Understand?”
“OK, no more than 20 minutes. I better leave now. I’ll see you in 20 minutes, bye,” she said as she hurriedly put her things in her purse and was almost running towards the door and through the hallway.
John was still on the line.
“And Blondie…” he said.
“Yes?” “Drive safely.”
That was the last words that Marlena heard John said to her. She couldn’t help but smile as she got in her car and drove off to the DiMera mansion.
John was freaking out but kept his cool. She agreed to meet him here, even though the place made her uncomfortable. He walked towards the kitchen and raided the fridge, he wanted to make her something because he knew that she still hadn’t had dinner. He found steaks, salad greens and fruits. Looking at them, he suddenly felt hungry, so he started the grill, threw in the steaks, tossed up the salad and cut the fruits. John kept looking at his watch – a gold Rolex – he felt something familiar when he looked at it, but dismissed the feeling when he saw that 10 minutes had already elapsed. He hoped that she wasn’t caught in a traffic jam.
While waiting for the steak to cook, John wandered around the kitchen and found a staircase leading down the kitchen. He began climbing down the stairs and followed the path and was then faced with bottles and bottles of vintage wines. He picked a bottle, Dom Perignon ’78 and got back to the kitchen to check on his steak.
Marlena drove fast, throwing all cautions in the wind. She wanted to make it there under or exactly 20 minutes. She wanted to see him, she needed to see him. And she promised him and herself that she was going to get him back – mind, body and soul. It was hell when she thought that he was dead. But now he was here, walking and talking like nothing had happened. But something did happen – he was not the same John Black anymore. He wasn’t her John anymore. The loving, compassionate, caring and fun-loving man that she knew and married was gone. He was now Stefano’s creation – Mercenary John, a man devoid of emotions and who lived only for the accomplishment of his mission.
Marlena was jolted back to present when she saw the sign saying that she was already in the vicinity of the mansion. She got out of her car and walked towards the door. The place still gave her the creeps, but she settled her nerves for John was there inside. She took a deep breath before pushing the doorbell and then waited for someone to open the door.
John was already plating the steaks when he heard the doorbell. He wiped his hands and hurriedly went to open the door and found her standing, her back on him, hair upswept. He admired her elegance, she was wearing a skirt suit, black in color. He didn’t dare to greet her, he just stood there admiring her form, checking her out – her shapely legs, wide hips and narrow waist. He bit on his lips and groaned a little, which made Marlena turned to him.
“Hi. I’m not late am I?” she asked. John was mesmerized, she took his breath away.
“No, not at all. Come on in,” he said as he opened the door letting her get in. “May I take your coat?” Marlena handed him her coat and said thanks. She looked back at him, almost giggling when she noticed that he was wearing an apron.
“Is that your new wardrobe?” John looked down and immediately took the apron off him.
“No, I was cooking.” Marlena raised her eyebrow and looked at him.
“Cooking? Now that’s not new. I smell steaks.” John nodded.
“I bet you’re hungry,” he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dining room and pulled out her chair.
Marlena was surprised to see what was on the table and smiled at John.
“Wow, you made all of this?” John looked at her and then sat on his chair, putting the table napkin over his thighs.
“Yes I did. I hope you approve of the wine,” he said as he showed her the bottle.
Marlena gasped when she saw the wine, it was her favorite vintage. John didn’t let that reaction pass him.
“What? You don’t like the wine? I can always get something down there. Stefano had everything.”
“No, don’t. It’s just that, that’s my favorite wine.” John looked at her and smirked.
“Oh really? Nice taste. I just love women with class and high taste in wine. Well then, bon appetit!”
They were eating, not saying a word. John was secretly stealing glances from her. He loved watching her eat, she had this ritual of cutting her salad and he found that amusing.
Marlena felt that someone’s eyes were on her, so she slightly looked up and caught John staring. She placed her fork and knife down and sipped on her wine.
“You cooked this?” she asked, breaking the silence between them and trying to lighten up the heavy air that began to consume the room.
John averted his eyes when she looked up and pretended to be getting the wine.
“Yes I did. Did you like it?” he said as he chewed on his steak.
Marlena smiled secretly thinking that at least he remembered cooking this good.
“I asked, did you like it?”
John jolted her back again to the present. Marlena just gave him a nod and continued eating her food.
Their food were finished, John and Marlena were now sipping their wines. John excused himself and walked to the kitchen. This gave Marlena some time to think of what was happening. Was it possible that little by little, John was starting to remember pieces of his past without even knowing it.
Marlena sipped on her wine until she finished it and John came back with bowls on both his hands.
“Dessert! I hope you approve of my choice,” he said as he placed the covered bowls on the table and then took the covers off.
Marlena gasped out loud when she saw what was inside the bowls – strawberries and whipped cream.
“Something wrong?” John asked. Marlena just looked at John and then was thinking fast. How did he knew about all this? First the wine, now dessert!
John sat on his chair and grabbed a berry, dipped it in the cream and bit on it, moaning in approval.
“This is so good. You better try it.”
He was now about to feed her and all Marlena could do was stare at him.
“Come on, I know you want to taste,” John teased.
Marlena was in another time line – the room was lighted with candles, soft music playing on the background, nice small round table, their wine goblets, John and her and the bowls of strawberries and cream.
Marlena slowly opened her lips when she felt the cream touching her. John was mesmerized, he was staring at her and he instinctively spread the cream on her lips using the berry. He licked his lips as he stared at her cream-covered lips and slowly moved closer to her, licking off the cream, flicking his tongue softly and slowly on her slightly quivering lips.
Chapter 2
Marlena was frozen and stuck on her seat when she felt John’s tongue running over her lips. She could taste the sweetness of the cream and the coolness of his tongue. She wanted to close her eyes but she wanted to see his face. John was lost in the moment that he and Marlena was on. He enjoyed doing this – licking her lips and teasing her endless. He could feel her lips quivering and that only gave him some sense of pride, or rather an ego, for knowing that he had this effect on her. He could definitely use this to his advantage, he thought with a smirk forming on his face. He focused again on the task at hand, and he continued teasing her – moving his tongue slowly and tracing her luscious lips. Marlena couldn’t help it anymore and closed her eyes shut, hands holding tightly on the edge of the table, relishing in the moment, and hoping that the man she was with was the real John Black, her John Black.
Marlena instinctively moved her right hand up to his arm and then resting it behind his neck and pulling him closer, wanting to feel his lips over hers. She had longed to kiss him for months now. No, not months, they were intimate back in Greenland, but for Marlena, that didn’t count.
John felt her hand behind his neck and moved closer to her, throwing all cautions in the wind, grabbed her hard and pulled her into a searing kiss. He was kissing her like he’d never kissed a woman before. Technically that was the case since he don’t remember his past. His kisses were hard and raw, and not like the way he kissed her before, sweet and gentle. Marlena was almost shocked when his lips crashed onto hers, but she didn’t pushed him off her and just enjoyed this new experience with him.
Lips touching, gently biting and nibbling…tongues fighting for supremacy inside their mouths. John was flickering his tongue in and out of her sweet mouth, in turn Marlena was biting his lower lip and tongue when she got the chance to do so. John groaned when Marlena caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged on it gently. He opened his eyes and stared at her, admiring how beautiful she was. He pulled on her harder, making her almost stood up from her seat and then slammed her onto the table, trapping her in between himself and the table. He grabbed onto her hair and bit on her jaw and then gave her his famous look before clearing the table of the plates and glasses.
Marlena giggled when she heard the crashing of the chinawares on the floor.
“John, you didn’t have to do that,” she said as she held John’s face between her hands, looking directly with his baby blue eyes.
John smirked and said, “Don’t worry, Blondie. Stefano’s loaded and he could afford to buy replacement sets.”
He looked at her like she was some kind of a prey and then pushed her down on the table, her hair splayed gloriously. He licked his lips upon seeing her like that. She looked more delicious than the food that they just had. Marlena blushed when she saw how John was looking at her. She always does and she knew what exactly happens next after that look.
She smiled shyly and tried to avert her gaze from him. John didn’t miss the slow reddening of her cheeks, she looked like a school girl who had seen her crush. That blush made her look sexier and he nodded appreciatively. He slowly ran his fingers on her arms until they reached the buttons that were holding her blouse. He looked at her, as if asking for her approval and Marlena just nodded.
John’s fingers were shaking as he tried to unbutton her shirt. He couldn’t take it anymore, no more teasing. He wanted her right here, and right now. But he didn’t want her to know that he was still that hornball jerk John Black. He wanted her to trust him, gaining her trust so he could play with her anytime he wanted. He breathed deep and made himself calm and proceeded to finish his task of unbuttoning her shirt.
Marlena, on the other hand, was hoping that there could be some glimmer of hope in bringing her old John back. Now was that time. He was so gentle with her, and he even had some of her favorites for this impromptu dinner – the wine and the dessert. She was staring at him as he unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. John was like a school boy eyeing a chocolate bar…and Marlena was his chocolate bar. He tore off her shirt from her body and started kissing the exposed skin, from her flat stomach up to her luscious creamy neck. He licked and flicked his tongue over her belly button, making her move her lower half slightly off the table and moaned out loud.
He loved hearing her moan, and he vowed that her would keep her moaning all through the night. ‘Yeah…all through the night’he thought to himself, smirking. He would have her to himself all night long and he would have so much fun with her. He snuck his hands under her, feeling the curves of her bare back and her smooth silky skin before bringing them in front, grabbing her ample bosom. He grabbed and squeezed them, lightly and then a little hard through her brassiere. He was looming above her and he began kissing her shoulder as he lowered the straps of her bra, nipping and biting on her soft skin.
“Oh god John…” Marlena moaned and was answered by John’s deep chuckle.
“I am not doing anything yet, Blondie,” he said and continued with his ministrations. He once again moved his hands under her, unsnapping the hooks of her bra, taking it off and throwing it behind him. She felt a little exposed so she tried covering herself with her arms, but John pinned her arms above her head and shook his head.
“Don’t cover yourself, you’re beautiful and I like what I am seeing right now,” he said as he licked his lips and stared at her, before lowering his head and latching his mouth with her right breast. He started sucking it like he was a baby, flicking his tongue on her hardening nipple, swirling it around.
While he was busy sucking on her right breast, his other hand was busy in squeezing the other one. He pinched and pulled on her left nipple, leaving Marlena writhing and moaning senseless underneath him. She couldn’t take any more of his teasing…she wanted him so bad, she could taste it. She ran her hands over his chest and when her hands reached his collar, she started ripping his shirt with all her strength, ripping it halfway down his body and running her hands on the exposed hairy and muscular chest of him, feeling his body quivering a little. She loved doing it, feeling how his skin reacted with her touch. She smiled secretly knowing that she could still gauge this reaction from him even though he was not the same John as before.
John moaned when he felt her hands touching him. He felt something very familiar with the way she was touching him.
Another memory flashed before him – it was of him, sitting on a couch, looking through a small window…he was in a plane, a private one…the room was illuminated by candles and it was full of roses everywhere. He was looking at the stars and the moon, and he seemed to be waiting for someone. And then he heard someone cleared her throat…and there she was, standing before him, looking like a goddess in her white negligee. It was almost see-through, but not one like those cheesy negligee that you only see in porn shops…what she was wearing was tasteful and he liked it. She had a lei around her neck and she asked him what he was looking at. He was about to say something about the moon, but he was so much taken aback by how gorgeous she looked. Then he stood up, walked towards her and kissed her…him pulling her to him as he divested her of her negligee, leaving her with just her lingerie on. She was on top of him as they both fell on the bed…
As soon as that memory flashed his mind, the sooner that it had vanished. He looked at her, a feral look casting on his face. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was to have a wonderful time with his Blondie. Yes, his Blondie…she was his now…like what she and the others kept telling him. His hands were now going down south, destination on the button and zipper of her skirt. He slowly eased the zipper down and then pushed the hem of her skirt up her hips and onto her waist. He felt the smoothess of her long legs. His hands lingered on her thighs, squeezing hard, branding them with his hot touch. Marlena could feel the pressure of his hands on her thighs, she knew that there would be marks on them in the morning. Doing this only left Marlena asking for more. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him…needed to feel his kisses and needed to feel him moving in and out of her. She wanted to feel the mere strength of her beloved, needed to be connected with him mind, body and soul…but she knew that she would only connect with him in body…his mind and soul, she would work on that. As she felt John’s hands on her thighs, Marlena instantly moved her hips upward, meeting his exploring hands. She was so turned on and felt herself getting wet already. John’s hands moved a little further down, almost touching her crotch. And then he felt that her panty was already damp with her juices.
He raised his eyebrow and smirked. ‘This is your lucky day, John Black’saying to himself. He rubbed his fingers on her silk-covered center slowly at first and then increased his tempo when Marlena started gyrating her hips towards his fingers. He moved his fingers up and down her wet center and kept an eye on her face. He wanted to see her face when he pressed his index finger harder on her now swollen clit.
Marlena was biting her lips and was grabbing anything that she could grab on the table and he kept swallowing his saliva because this was making his mouth water. He wanted to taste her, but kept his control by breathing slowly. He would do it later, but now, he would have to make sure that he had her around his finger. He held her hips steady with his free hand and slowly lowered her panty down her legs and once it was off her, he looked at her and then threw the item of clothing behind him, making it land on the plant that was sitting near the entrance of the kitchen.
Marlena giggled when she saw her underwear flying across the room and was now dangling on the plant. She tried to sat up but he pushed her back down on the table, pinning her body with his. He placed her legs around his waist, locking her legs behind him. She could feel the roughness of his pants and when he started pushing himself on her, making her feel how much he wanted her. Marlena felt his hard bulge through his pants and all she could do was moan and get wetter. She wanted him…and wanted hin NOW…Stat!
Marlena pushed him off a bit and sat up. She was in a frenzied need to get rid of his pants. She unbuckled his belt and did the same thing he did with her panty. She then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting it fell down his feet. He was now standing before her wearing nothing but his black silk boxers.
Marlena licked her lips as soon as she saw his choice of undergarment – he couldn’t give up with the silk boxers. She found him so sexy in it. She instantly grabbed him through his boxers and started massaging him, feeling his hard long shaft pulsating beneath her hold. She tightened her grip on his cock and then moved her hand back and forth, covering his whole length.
John grabbed on the table harder, groaning, his head falling back behind him as Marlena kept pumping him with her hand. Then she pushed him off a little and got off the table, pinning him between her and the table. She stood up in front of him and slowly got on her knees as her hands started pulling his boxers down to his feet.
John’s coc sprung out, hard and erected, and Marlena gasped when she saw him. He chuckled when he saw her reaction with his enormous member.
“You like what you see down there, Blondie? Can you handle that?” he asked mockingly.
Marlena grabbed his cock with her hands and looked up at him, smiling. “I’ve been married to you for almost 10 years now and we’ve been together far too long, you think I can’t handle this?” she said as she tightened her grip on his cock.
“Well then, prove it Blondie. Take it and show me how well you can handle that,” he dared with a smirk on his face. He looked at her tauntingly, Marlena was on her knees, his cock in her hands and she was staring up at him, wondering what she would have to do.
“Well, what now Blondie? Are you just going to be like that holding my cock and staring at me? You said you can handle it. Take it, it is yours anyway…use it as you please.” That served as Marlena’s approval to be bold and daring. She looked at him again, her eyes now burning with desire and then pumped his cock a few times with her hands before she swirled her tongue on its head and enveloped it with her mouth.
John almost screamed when he felt her warm, wet mouth on his cock. He moved his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her sweet mouth. Marlena was almost gagging when he increased the speed of his movement, but she had learned how to control her throat muscles when she do this to John. She breathed deep and slowly, and once her muscles were under control, she moved her tongue around his shaft. John was having the time of his life. Being Blondie’s husband wasn’t bad after all. He never knew that this beautiful, prim and proper, sophisticted shrink could give head this good. He really was a VERY lucky man.
Marlena was now sucking him hard. Her throat muscles tightening around his thick, long shaft. She loved doing this to him, this made her powerful over him. She was looking up at him, noting how he looked right now and she enjoyed what she was seeing. That gave her the courage to do more. Her mouth left his shaft and her hands took over. She stuck out her tongue and began licking his balls, slowly swirling her tongue around them, making sure that every inch of him was licked. Then, feeling adventurous, she put his balls inside her mouth and gave them the same attention as she had given his cock. John’s hands left the table and were now holding her head, threading his fingers through her luxurious blond hair. He was watching her feasting on him. Then she stopped sucking and just pumped him hard with her hands, her eyes caught the champagne bucket that was loaded with ice. She had an idea.
She left him long enough to grab the bucket and brought it near her reach. She got an ice cube and ran it over her lips. John was watching her every move, wondering what she had in mind with the ice. Then she put the ice inside her mouth, her left hand grabbed his cock and she slowly placed his cock inside of her mouth. John yelped with the coolness of her mouth, he could feel the ice melting inside her mouth and at his cock.
“What are you doing Blondie?” he asked and was rewarded with a wink. When the ice was completely melted, Marlena began bobbing her head and sucking him as hard and as fast as she could. John was almost on the verge of exploding in her mouth but he didn’t want to…not yet. He wanted to be inside of her when he exploded. So he calmed himself by silently humming Twinkle, twinkle, Little Starover and over, until ‘junior’ calmed down.
After a few more minutes, Marlena felt John pulling her up.
“OK Blondie, playtime is over…It’s my turn to pla now,” he said as he changed their position, bringing her atop the table.
He pulled 2 chairs and placed her feet on each one and he slowly got down between her legs. Marlena knew what he was going to do, so she held tightly on the edge of the table. John ran his hands over her legs, starting from her ankles up to her calves, on her thighs and then lingered on the inside of her thighs, working his way up to his target. He could see how wet she was and he smelled her scent. He looked up at her and smiled.
“You smell so good. I bet you even taste better,” he said as he pressed 2 fingers on her clit and moved them in circular motion.
Marlena gasped when she felt him doing that. John’s other hand grabbed an ice cube from the bucket and ran it over her clit, eliciting a loud moan from her. He was bitting and nipping and sucking on her nub and Marlena felt her legs shaking and getting weaker and weaker with every suck that he was making. John was now running the ice from her clit down to her very wet opening. He couldn’t stop licking his lips as he saw how wet she was and he couldn’t want any longer. He threw the ice aaway and crashed his tongue on her opening, licking and lapping her juices. He then inserted his tongue inside of her, moving it in and out, his face almost covering her mound.
Marlena’s hands were now resting on his head, urging him to go deeper and faster. He sensed her need and fulfilled her wish, and started moving deeper and faster. He felt her vaginal walls contracting and relaxing around his tongue and felt himseld spurting some pre-cum.
“John…oh god…baby! You…oooohh!” he heard her moaning, and increased his speed and moved in and out of her harder than before.
His tongue left her and returned to her clit, he then used his fingers in pleasuring her. Without any warning, he pushed in 2 fingers and moved it faster, curling them inside, touching her most sensitive spot.
“JOHN!!!!” she screamed and then he felt her cumming, her walls closing in on his fingers, feeling every sweet contractions. He looked up and smiled.
“That’s it Blondie, that’s it…You feel so damn good,” he said as he slowly stood up and bit on her ear.
Marlena leaned her head back as she ride her first orgasm, while John was busy staring at her, enjoying and keeping her images in the throes of passion in his mind.
The Jarlena Journal 