He could feel her ,drawing him to her , the pull as continuous as the dance between the

Earth and Sun, continuous yet dangerous. Slowly one word at a time,….no……, with one thought

at a time she would seduce him and he would allow her. Lowering the fortifications built

around her heart she would allow him to get close, allow him to drink of her sensual

pleasures.. Teaching him the secrets she held in her heart allowing him to learn,…no…feel

her sensuality. She would lure him, by making herself his for the taking, as a spider lures

it’s prey. Sensual yet lethal, he knew that the price for her would be high. Although she

gave of her self so completely and without condition, for him to control, she also took what

she wanted from him in return. With his vision blurred and his knees weak he stepped back to

clear his head from her intoxicating sensuality that the bite had inflicted. He could feel

the part of his heart she had taken, yet that he had given freely, replaced with part of

hers. Transferring what she had allowed, they became as one, as the venom flows through the

blood of the victim, so shall her essence flow through him.

The sensual seductress had struck, not from hate or pain, but from the longing to be his,
longing for his control, longing for his caress……………………………………………. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………