He had come here for lust, and Sydney was all that and more. Like a dream, the city hummed with wanton desire. Under moonlight, lips parted in expectation, hungry eyes silently asking for more. On this night, he was the object of pure hunger, tasting the hot desire clinging to every skin cell. Ecstasy was found in the trembling touch of soft fingertips, the passionate touch of parted lips, and the pure intensity of carnal craving laid bare in desperate embraces. This was the real face of lust.