The Wolf
Leah Holt
Your tight red dress called to me. It drew me in like a bull to a crimson flag. Hair the color of Merlot. Eyes so green they look like painted glass. Lips so plump and soft like the flesh of a peach. I touched your skin. I smelled your perfume. I felt your heart beating beneath the surface. I wasn't supposed to take you. I wasn't supposed to keep you. But I couldn't stop myself.
I was the hunter, and you were my prey.
Now, you're mine.
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