"A curse..." he repeated, looking deeply into the woman's eyes. He licked his lips and wrapped his right hand around the back of her neck. He thought about the women before her... Sibyl and Emily... she was just as beautiful wasn't she. Yet, she would end up just as old, just as dead. Dorian reached forward and rolled on top her with a surprising amount of gentility. He leaned forward, turned his head and pressed his lips against hers soft, open mouthed and rolling his tongue along hers.