She knelt in the middle of the glade what had become a sacrificial alter. Brown eyes lambent with confusion, fright, desire reached out for me, but there was only her blood. Blood that had me bend and now break to its invincibility. My tongue drowned in venom.
A century of deprivation.
You've been so good for too long. My monster purred. In the span of a heartbeat, in one breath, I would take her. Her throat between my lips.
A century of denial.
There she was — my prize.