Serpentine Desires

The predator

She was trembling, skin hot, feverish. Weak.
Despicable.

Yet she clung to me as though I was the only thing tethering her to this fucking world. My lips pressed against her pulse point, slow, deliberate. Her body, that delicate little thing, responded. It always did. And it always would. I would make sure of that.

It amused me. The fear in her eyes mingled with something else. Submission, maybe. Or was it a fractured will, too broken to resist?

Didn't matter.

It just made me want to trace the edge of her jaw, and I did as my thumb brushed over her soft burning skin. Fragile. Breakable. But that's what I liked about her—what made her so damn...entertaining.

A little bird with clipped wings. She'd never fly away from me, even if she tried.

I dragged the fabric of her dress down, ripping it like tissue paper, exposing more of her. She gasped, a sound that pleased me more than it should have. Weak. All of them were weak. But her weakness stirred something in me, something primal.

Not that I cared.

I didn't care about her. Not really. She was just...convenient. A distraction. A pawn.

But every breath she'd take, it'd belong to me. I'd break her and she'd thank me for it. Screams that would only caress my ears. Flesh that'd only bleed for me. And eyes... eyes that'd only look for me.

So then, why did I keep coming back?

Not her. Me.

Why did I keep wanting to come back?

This wasn't good.

A muscle in my jaw ticked. Tension crawled under my skin like fire. She dared make me want her. Dared to make me crave her like a fucking addiction. I should've left her to rot. Should've let the fever take her. Should've let those fuckers put their disgusting hands on her and use her.

That's what she was for.

A pawn.

But no.

I was here. With her. Again.

Frustration simmered, bubbling up from somewhere deep and dark. A place I thought I controlled. She dared make me want to kill those motherfuckers again. And again. Until there was nothing left but blood.

Her fear? I liked it. It excited me. Twisted something inside me. Maybe I should let her run. Watch her crumble. Make her crawl back to me.

She would. They always did.

But she wasn't like the others. She made me want to come back.

That shouldn't happen. Not to me.

I never get attached. I never feel. I take what I want, when I want it, and leave. 

But not with her. 

I should kill her. Right now. It would be easy. So easy to snap her neck while she was trembling in my arms. Watch the life drain from her eyes. Feel her slip away.

But the thought of losing her... it pissed me off.

Why? Why did I want to keep her alive? Keep her here?

She made me angry. Angry that I couldn't forget the sound of her voice. The way she looked at me.

The way her body responded to me even when she was terrified. The way she looked. And fuck.

Was I hard again?

Red was definitely her colour.

It drove me fucking insane.