DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
Sex was nothing new to me.
I had done it a thousand times and with hundreds of women. Some wanted favours. Others lied about loving me. Others simply wanted me to be Damian Blackwood. I served them all and put them behind me, refusing to pay them any more attention than I would have a mannequin standing in the street after. Only a few had even got a second chance with me.
But Eleanor...
She was different. Lying there before me, open and willing out of pure desire, I thought she was different from all those women. Something far purer and divine.
Sometimes, you find yourself so taken by the beauty of something that you lose yourself staring at it, and that was Eleanor's nakedness to me. I leaned back and watched, taking all I saw in with a sort of euphoria. The view
