Gore: Winterwidow

She tasted delicious. Her blood filled his mouth and her eyes widened like a lamb caught by the wolf. James had her pinned down on the floor, his natural instincts getting the better of him. She was a tease, Natasha was... her red hair made him desire her so much more than he could bear. To think he had let her leave that bar without a number made him want to suck up more juice, but enough was enough. He wanted her alive. He wanted to love her. To devour her.