The way he walked, you could tell Dylan was a unique kind of creature. His body seemed to radiate, making the angelic persona even more apparent. He had crystalline eyes of blue that matched no shade I've ever had the pleasure of seeing. His shaggy blonde locks helped to add to it all, making me believe he truly was an angel, one that I so desperately wanted to know.

He lived down the hall from me, yet I had never talked to him. I had heard many stories about dear Dylan, however, several justified by first hand accounts from acquaintences of mine.

His apartment had been likened to a lair of sorts, complete with the mysterious black satin cloaking his windows, and dripping off his bed with carelessness.

He housed many lovers, of female and male persuasion alike, under those black satin sheets, and I could only imagine the mind crushing pleasure that took place within those walls.

I had never had the sheer luck to partake in such an act with him, but sources say he was a wonderful lover, coaxing glorious screams of passion out of each of his victims. And yet, since he was so guarded and mysterious, I could never be too sure until I had tasted it myself.

Curiousity got the better of me as I was roused out of my thoughts by pulsating music beats coming from his apartment. I decided I was going to get a glimpse of the wild acts that went on inside for myself if it killed me.

I changed my ragged jeans into a slinky black dress and pulled on strappy sandals, sauntering out my door and aiming at his.

I knocked loudly and within a few seconds, a young looking girl answered the door, wine glass in hand.

She was astoundingly beautiful, her green eyes wide and soft brown hair curling in ringlets around her face. The tight dress she wore clung to her delicate curves. I was shocked by her beauty, but found my voice soon enough.

I was barely allowed to utter a word before she ushered me inside, shutting the door promptly behind me. Speaking only one word - "welcome" - before she floated off, I raised my jaw.

I followed my legs as they carried me into the main room and I gasped. What lay before me was unexpected, and my eyes darted back and forth as I slowly swallowed the situation.

An assortment of people were littered all over the livingroom participating in gratuitous acts of filth. It was almost hard to tell where one person ended and the other began, their scantily clad bodies stuck together with sweat and passion.

I slipped off my sandals, moving slowly, stepping over the countless bodies as I searched for my object. I looked endlessly for him, finding myself in front of the infamous bedroom. Pushing the door open slightly, as I didn't want to interrupt anything, I glanced in, my eyes scanning the darkened room.

"Come on in," a voice said.

My eyes darted to the bed, seeing Dylan sprawled across it, a sly smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for you."

I stepped forward, shutting the door being me, smiling lightly.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," he nodded, sliding his long creamy legs over the edge of the bed. I noticed the sheets really were black satin, and Dylan was wearing boxers to match.

Glancing towards the windows revealed them to not be covered, but to be naked, allowing the dim moonlight to shine through.

"Come closer, I won't bite," he said with a smile.

I obediently followed his orders, as it seemed a sin to defy such a man. He rose as I stood before him, pressing a finger to my lips as my mouth opened to speak.

With a cool hand, he slide my dress off my shoulders, it falling to the floor in a pool. He smiled as he gazed at my body, adorning the naked skin with soft kisses.

I sighed almost inaudibly and he layed me down on the cool sheets. No words were uttered between us, just simple sighs and murmurs as we began the slow, steady ritual of lovemaking. Our deep screams pierced the night as we slipped farther and farther into ecstasy.

After what seemed like hours upon hours of pleasure later, I collapsed on the pillows, panting. He said nothing, just pushed a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead softly.

He stood, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his body. I cried out quietly.

"Please..." I said, gasping for air.

His eyes gazed at me steadily as he nodded me on.

"Please don't leave me," I said, my own eyes locking with his, my chest rising and falling as I regained my breathing skills.

He smiled softly and within seconds was at my side, holding me close to his body.

"Never," he whispered. "I'll never leave you."