Chapter 4

I waited two months before I came to see her. I wanted her to realize the tiger was not returning and, I wanted her to get used to the idea.

Then I called her and asked her out on a date. I knew she wanted a semblance of normalcy. Bill never understood that. I did not need to remember my time with her to understand her. Bill is an idiot.

The first time we went out, I did not lay a hand on her other than to help her out of the car.

I admit. I think that almost made her more suspicious of me.

On our second date, I kissed her goodnight, leaving her breathless by her door.

On our third date, I spent a good long while kissing her. I'm not sure who was more out of sorts when I walked away. I felt her arousal and frustration. Personally, I took it out on the nearest miscreant who crossed my path on my return to Shreveport. I caught him trying to rape a young woman. I not only drank enough from him to land him in the hospital, but I glamoured him into believing that I had done to him what he was planning on doing to that girl.

I have my own sense of justice.

On our fourth date I brought her back to my home. I had never brought anyone there for feeding or sex and, I told her this. The only humans that set foot in my house previously had worked for me. She was my first "social" visit.

I made her dinner and enjoyed watching the way her lips wrapped around each bite of food. The way her tongue darted out to taste the wine just before it hit her lips.

I was straining against my pants before she was even done eating.

Tonight I was not going to show any restraint. Tonight I was going to have her. Tonight she would yield.

After she washed down her last bite with her wine, I was on her. My lips found hers and...

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We collapsed then, face down on the rug. I rolled over at the last minute to avoid crushing her.

We lay in silence for a few minutes as the aftershocks coursed through our bodies. I felt her raise up slightly and turn on her side to look at me. I turned as well.

She looked down, her hand playing with the rug. Suddenly she looked back at me.

"Eric,"

"Yes lover?" The traces of a smile began to play at the corners of my mouth.

"Is this a tiger skin rug?!"

All I could do was smile. She was mine and now he knew it too.