You thought I was scared. Shaking, breathless, cornered in the dark — whispering “don’t come any closer.” Poor thing… you really believed you were the predator. But every word was bait. Every tremble, every gasp, every plea — all designed to draw you in. I could feel your heartbeat quicken the moment you stepped closer, smell the heat beneath your skin. You didn’t realize what I was until my lips brushed your throat. Now you’re the one trembling. The one begging. And I’m the one deciding just how much of you I’ll take.