The Predator

I stepped back, barely able to contain the twisted grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. Watching her freeze up like a deer in headlights, her muscles went stiff and breath catching in her throat like she was bracing for the worse—I couldn't help but find it absolutely delightful.

Now that I realise, I had been finding a lot of enticing things about her. The way she batted her lashes knowing she pissed me off, the slight scrunch of her nose, the mole under her eyes, and the soft tint of crimson that painted her cheeks.

The way she clenched around me, the soft moans, the...