Let me love you

She wanted him. Needed him. Once again her brother had vanished, leaving her unsatisfied. Winter had brought snow and frigid temperatures. But it also brought a burning desire, an itch she needed scratched. She was in heat. It had been awhile since she had seen her shadow. Perhaps he was off finding information about his doomed bitch. She could practically taste the blood already. Crown would be tossed back, a call ripped from her throat. He needed to be here now. The temptress had no idea if the ebony male had ever fucked a woman, if not she would change that today.

Her massive form would pace back and forth, the steam of the pools blanketing her. The humidity was saturated with the sweet smell of her perfume, it clung to her pelt, rolled off her in waves. Plans rolled in her mind. First she needed to know what Bas had found out. He needed training. Training in battle and the art of torture. Nostrils quivered, testing the air. He was close. They would go hunting.

The thought had a cruel smile pulling at her lips. But first her needs needed to be met. She would steal the innocence the boy had. And then she would turn him into a killing machine. Wicked laughter bubbles in her throat. He was here. The wraith would turn, coral gaze falling on the large man, coral pools heating with deadly desire.

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"