He could feel her ,drawing him to her , the pull as continuous as the dance between the
Earth and Sun, continuous yet dangerous. Slowly one word at a time,….no……, with one thought
at a time she would seduce him and he would allow her. Lowering the fortifications built
around her heart she would allow him to get close, allow him to drink of her sensual
pleasures.. Teaching him the secrets she held in her heart allowing him to learn,…no…feel
her sensuality. She would lure him, by making herself his for the taking, as a spider lures
it’s prey. Sensual yet lethal, he knew that the price for her would be high. Although she
gave of her self so completely and without condition, for him to control, she also took what
she wanted from him in return. With his vision blurred and his knees weak he stepped back to
clear his head from her intoxicating sensuality that the bite had inflicted. He could feel
the part of his heart she had taken, yet that he had given freely, replaced with part of
hers. Transferring what she had allowed, they became as one, as the venom flows through the
blood of the victim, so shall her essence flow through him.
The sensual seductress had struck, not from hate or pain, but from the longing to be his,
longing for his control, longing for his caress……………………………………………. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
