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She watched him. She watched him like a lioness watches a lean gazelle graze in the sun yellow grasses of the Savannah. A triumphant smile pulls at the corner of her blood red lips when he catches her staring. If only he knew what a dangerous game she had pulled him in to, a game in which she was the master. Night after night she stalked this gender specific prey and night after night she won.
The satisfaction that radiates in her chest flushes her cheeks as she watches him approach. Silly rabbit, he doesn't realise that he is the one being hunted. Her blue eyes skim over his tall, so tall, body. Brown curls cut short to his head, tanned complexion—probably from spending all day working in the hot southern sun—eyes the same shade as her own and lips full of wicked promises. Yes he was a fine specimen.
His cocky smile tugs her own lips up; it's a reaction to the thrill of the hunt and not his supposed-to-be-alluring smile. A girlish giggles bubbles out of her hungry mouth at how easy tonight's hunt was as the mark rakes his obvious eyes over her media-perfect form. Tiny waist and killer curves match her ample bosom and golden locks. She is the very definition of this generation's vision of beauty.
Heavily muscled arms trap her between the oak bar and his hard chest. He's at least a foot taller than her making her look small and vulnerable. It's all part of her plan, her strategy. He is no match for her.
She places delicate hands with black polished nails on his rippling pectorals as she giggles and simpers over his words. Slowly, oh so slowly, they pull closer to each other. Their embrace is entirely to intimate for the public setting they're in. He doesn't even realise there are other people in the world never mind the room.
Music pumps and pulses through their system as they sway seductively in each other's arms in time to the heady beat. Bodies rub, grind and grasp as they dance themselves into a lustful frenzy. Her sinful lips whisper promises of filth and satisfaction like he's never felt before. He swallows hard and often as she grinds against his excitement. He is completely lost to her now, hypnotised by the pretty snake that wishes to devour him.
She teases him, stirring his base instincts that society has repressed. She makes him forget his manners, his morals, his mother and even his own name. He is a tightly wound hulking beast of lust and passion. If he doesn't feel her tight and hot and wet around him soon he'll surely go mad.
Seeing her prey so close to the edge triggers her own lust. Grabbing his large hand in her delicate one she leads him to her lair, dripping desperation into black lace as she saunters hand in hand with her conquest. Another successful night for an experienced hunter of men.