Five o'clock in the morning.

The sky outside was still dark, the apartment air cold. Nathan opened his eyes slowly, realizing that Elena was still fast asleep in his arms.

He smiled a little, rubbing Elena's damp hair against his cheek. She looked very tired. Last night, Nathan had really tortured her with pleasure.

Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down, kissing Elena's forehead without waking her.

"Sleep, my dear..." he whispered softly.

Carefully, Nathan got out of bed, picked up his T-shirt that was lying on the floor, then left the room, closing the door gently so as not to disturb her sleep.

As he stepped into...