My outline moves, closely following her form—before I become aware of my actions, I find myself extinguishing streetlights using whatever debris I find laying around. She keeps running, staying within the glow of the lingering torches. It went from her chasing me to my favorite game of all—prowling.
My senses heighten as her heavy breathing fuels the animal that is tearing at my instinct to remain calm. My darkest self, a barred creature—the constant reminder that I am not human. I am a ghost, a phantom, a shadow...her shadow, and she has starved me long enough. Unfortunately for her, she finds herself standing beneath the last lantern. As I situate myself before her, I brandish my blade and twist it, so the edge will randomly catch the light and shimmer in the dim glow that encompasses us.
I admire her face, her eyes darting from the weapon, then back to me. An image of exhilaration, subdued within her silvery eyes. I crouch, obtaining a single stone from the ground below. Her gaze follows the path of the rock. Upward, as it defies gravity, then down as it surrenders. Something my little bird will be doing soon.
Surrendering.
To me!
As the piece of gravel crashes into the streetlight, black becomes charcoal, and my vision evens out. I replace the knife in its holster, and all that is between us now is air—and opportunity. Seizing this moment, I dash toward her, stopping close enough for my breath to caress her lips—I inhale hard.
There goesall the air.
Her hands shift towards me, and I step back, letting loose a low guttural sound that rumbles from deep in my throat. “Not so fast,” I feel the wind as her touch falls short of my coat.
“I can't see,” she cries out.
“The better to tease you, deary.” My words come out in wisps as I dance around her, relishing in her symphony of cries and ragged exhales as they seep into the night. Her heart is pounding like a bass drum, and her shallow breaths palpate on the offbeat.She is so fucking gorgeous. My questions are like a thick fog in my mind.
What is this ‘Obsession’?
Would she allow me to devour her, here in this musky passageway?
“Where-” She begins to speak, and I am behind her once more. I wait to hear what she is going to say, “Are you going to hurt me?”
My hand wraps around her neck as I pull her into my chest. The erection forming in my pants is unyielding against her back, pressing into her cute little peacoat. A coat that is far too thin for this weather.
By the gods, I knew she was short, but damn, my build dwarfs hers. She must be no more than five feet. Leaning down, I place my lips on the helix of her ear, “Only in ways you'll be begging me for more.” With purpose, I add a rasp to my voice, slowing my speech, pronouncing every syllable. The leather of my glove collared around her throat. My Index finger traces her jawline, before I apply a gentle ‘you’re mine’ squeeze.
She releases the most hypnotic moan, awakening the animal in me. I tear back the cloth from my face as I tilt her head downward, catching her by the scruff of her neck, and I begin to kiss her—hard. Her satin-like lips are cold against mine.
Damn that Jack Frost who kissed her first. If he were real, I’d kill him. It wouldn't be the first time I have taken someone's life for her. No matter, I am only at liberty to kiss the frost away, and as the clock ticks, I ponder.
Why isn't she running?
Why isn't she fighting?
My mind is going a mile a minute. Then something happens that silences the voices and throws me into a full primal state. She returns my kiss—without delay, morphing my obsession into a full-blown possession. Never did I believe I would be this close to her, let alone in this position.
I move the hand around her neck to replace the one cradling her at the nape, entangling my fingers in her hair as I spin her to face me. The maneuver seems to anger the creature that slumbers within my little bird. She lunges at me with a fiery passion I only dreamt I could experience.
I tighten my hold on her hair, paralyzing her where she stands. A brilliant flame coruscates in her stormy eyes. I retrieve my dagger once again. This time, using it to command her to look at me, placing the blades’ extremity just below her chin. A small, dark bead rolls down the spine of the blade
Shit, I didn’t mean to draw blood.
Yet, she doesn't even wince.
Fucking hell.
She watches me, desire masked with a hint of horror, as I lick the sweet, scarlet stream from the steel, my eyes never leaving hers.Even in the opaque veil of midnight, her beauty is radiant—her skin, ghostly in the moonlight.
My tongue flicks off the tine, her blood like candy, tantalizing my taste buds. My hand around her throat again, I guide her steps backwards, until she is pressed against a wall. Her hands spring up in a failed attempt to prevent herself from slamming against the brick. I trail my blade over her plush skin, contouring her facial features as I imagine the little pink lines that trace after. I follow along her creases and divots, down her clavicle, then further to the first button on her coat.
With a swift jerk of my wrist, the shiv makes little work of removing it. She gasps, reaching for the tiny plastic material as it plummets to the ground. I spin the blade in my palm, catching it between my thumb and forefinger—tightening my grip around her neck even further, preventing her from moving, practically making her one with the wall.
She shudders. At first, I thought it was the cold, but the heat radiating from her body says otherwise. I slide the metal over her, skating it from one shoulder to the next, then down towards her breasts, following my previous path. The tip of the steel disappears as her cleavage consumes it.
The glow from the moon summons a demon in her eyes, silently beckoning me to continue. Not breaking eye contact, I remove the knife, lowering it out of sight, and placing it between her thighs. Her legs wobble briefly at the sudden pressure on her leg. As the metal moves higher, she still attempts to steady herself. My skin tingles at the sound the steel makes while it drifts across her jeans—now mix that with the drumming of her heartbeat as it quickens.Fucking delicious.
