Obsession, Seduction, Possession

If I had to sum up my sexual desires into just one picture, I think this would be it. There's something about the possessive/tender way he's holding her, the hungry, almost threatening look in his eyes. She's given her all to him...and he's reveling in that power.

Maybe it started at a bar, or in a library, or at work. It doesn't really matter where. What does matter is that he saw her, scented her, and made the decision to go after her. But how?

Obsession

First, he stalked her. She consumed his every waking thought as well as his darkest fantasies. He was smart about it though, and casually asked around, found out who she was - her name, favorite foods, that she preferred stringy lingerie. Eventually he could recite her weekly schedule better than she could. Only when he was sure he knew everything there was to know about her, content he'd gathered enough ammunition against her, did he begin the chase.

Seduction

She didn't realize what was happening at first. They just seemed to run into each other a lot - like at the grocery store. She guessed he just lived close by, and thought nothing else of it. Then one Friday evening while renting a movie he was suddenly behind her, whispering in her ear, his body too close. When he spoke she could feel his warmth, his breadth, and that's all that seemed to matter. His proximity made her nervous, and her nervousness made her excited. But before she could respond, he left.

The next morning she tried to recall what he'd said to her as she lay alone in bed, but his words had been vague, or was it her memory that was vague?...Something about the shampoo she used? Could that be right? She dismissed the thought, remembering only the feeling of his body behind her as her hand slid beneath the sheets...

Two weeks and a few dates later, he grew tired of waiting, and began to hunt her in earnest. His end-of-the-night kisses now included pinning her to the wall, or sinking his fists into her hair. He liked her resistances, and understood them as an act. He could taste her increasing desire, but refused to give into his own. He wanted the time to be right. He wanted her to understand. He wanted to hear her beg.

Possession

And finally, on one not so special night, he went for the kill. Without a preamble or a warning, he bared his claws, locked his jaws, and refused to let her go...But in that final moment, a curious thing happened. Instead of struggling in his arms, she relaxed completely for the first time. His teeth scraped against her skin, promising to devour her. So she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and offered him her throat - waiting, suspended, free.

And in her languid stillness, in her utter silence, he heard her beg...