He sighed as the image of her danced through his memory.

Erotic images of the night ahead danced in his mind.

Their images danced with the fire that gave them shape, but they did not burn the ground.

He tried not to think about what might be happening in the house right now, but images danced through his thoughts anyway.

Dark, heated images danced in her head as she pressed herself against him.

The flames within which her image danced flickered out, and she was gone.

Images of what he would do and had done to her danced in her brain.

Images flashed and danced across the black curtain he had drawn.

The image danced, broke up, and went to black.

Images danced to life beneath his fingers like warriors dancing around a fire.