I saw him staring from the start— the lust, the twitch, the pounding heart. His mind screamed things he’d never say… but I hear thoughts when prey looks my way. I followed slow, behind the blur, his steps grew weak, his breath unsure. He craved a scent not yet revealed, so I let black lace slip and peel. I dropped it like a wicked sin, right where he’d look—then reeled him in. From that soft drop, she tagged along— a shad...