Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with a searing, unbearable heat. It felt incredible, too incredible, like she was teetering on the edge of madness.
She stepped out of the pool, water cascading down her curves, her skin gleaming under the glow of the moonlight.
Her tongue slid across her lips, savoring the metallic tang lingering there.
The crowd's cheers faded behind her as she moved through the house, her hips swaying with a confidence she didn't know she had.
Every step felt deliberate, electric, as if she were no longer walking but commanding the very ground beneath her.
The party had descended into chaos, a writhing mass of bodies entangled in drunken lust.
Couples were pressed against walls, limbs tangled in dark corners, moans of pleasure mingling with the bass thumping through the speakers.
Her gaze roamed over the scene, and a new, ravenous hunger coiled within her, twisting tighter and tighter.
Her chest heaved as she climbed the stairs, ignoring the debauchery around her.
She was looking for him.
Her bare feet padded softly on the carpeted hallway, but there was nothing soft about her movements.
She was a predator, her instincts razor-sharp, her senses heightened to a dizzying degree.
When she reached the door, she didn't hesitate.
The force of her kick sent it flying open, slamming against the wall.
She stood there, chest rising and falling with every deep breath, her silhouette outlined by the dim light spilling in from the hallway.
The room was cloaked in darkness, but she didn't need her eyes to see.
The scent hit her immediately, something musky and distinctly male, mixed with faint traces of cologne and sweat.
It sent a shiver down her spine, her body aching with need.
She could sense him beneath the sheets. How she knew, she couldn't explain, but she felt him. Felt his presence like an unspoken invitation.
Before he could react, she was on top of him, straddling him with inhuman speed.
His heart pounded beneath her thighs, the rhythm erratic, deliciously frantic.
"What are you?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
Her lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. She leaned down, close enough to feel his breath against her skin, and inhaled deeply.
She could taste the fear in him, pulsing in his veins, intoxicating and irresistible.
Her hands moved to his chest, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt.
The barrier annoyed her, infuriated her, and she began peeling it away with deliberate slowness.
Every inch of exposed flesh beneath her fingers ignited a new spark of desire.
Her hips moved instinctively, rolling against him, her need driving her wild.
He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "I thought you left?" His voice cracked slightly, the fear mingling with something else. "You're a different breed."
"Breed," she repeated, the word slipping from her lips like a secret. Her voice was low, husky, as if she were savoring the sound of it.
Her hand slipped lower, her fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants.
Her lips parted as her palm brushed against him, and a dark thrill shot through her at the raw, masculine gasp that escaped him.
It wasn't enough. She wanted more.
His head tipped back against the pillow, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts as she explored him with agonizing precision.
"What's your name?" she asked, her lips brushing against his ear, the words dripping with dangerous intent.
"Reg," he whispered, his voice shaky but unresisting.
Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming in the darkness like a predator closing in on its prey.
"Well, Reg," she murmured, her voice a silken promise as her hips pressed harder against him. "I'm going to fuck you now."