But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of making love to me. He was just a human, a plaything, a means to an end. I was going to use him, to drain him of his life force, to satisfy the hunger that gnawed at me, the emptiness that threatened to consume me.
I broke the kiss, my eyes locked on his. "Do you want to f**k me, James?" I asked, my voice a soft, seductive whisper. "Do you want to bury yourself inside me, to feel my body wrapped around yours?"
"Yes," he growled, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, his arousal evident against my thigh.
I laughed, a low, sensual sound. "Then you shall have your wish."
I pushed him back, my body moving with the grace and power of a predator.
I pressed him against the wall, my body a delicious weight against his. "I'm going to
