Mr. Sutherland
He knew he shouldn't
But the temptation was too strong
He craved the satisfying taste of her blood
And wouldn't have minded sampling
Anything else she had to offer
Smooth delicate creamy bronzed skin
Luscious red lips that triggered thoughts
That could shatter his will
A scent he was sure,
That watered many a mouths; including his
It was no wonder his blood lust ragged
The sight of the blood he knew pumped
Strongly through the vein extruding from her neck
Sent him on heights he had no hope of returning.
He did not doubt that one indication
From him would shatter all her well built defenses
Trapped between conflicting thoughts
Swallowing a choked breath
He tried vainly to refrain
A throat burning for that cool liquid refreshment
And a body yearning for the warmth only a woman-
No, not a woman, warmth only she could sate
But what made her so special?
She was of a mere race
An imbecile when compared
To the strength and power
His very being possessed and commanded
Yet that mattered not
He saw and knew what
Or for that matter who he wanted
And like the predator he was
He craved after his prey