“Foolish little villain,” he hissed as his eyes turned fully reptilian. “You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re tempting me with.” He dragged his nose along my neck, deeply inhaling and making me moan. “Want to know why I play long-shot on the field, instead of defense? Because my coach and I realized early on that I enjoyed the chase a little too much. That once I caught my prey, there was no guarantee I wouldn’t rip them to shreds.”
