’ He sniffed deeply, inhaling her scent. ‘Gaawwd! You smell heavenly.’ ‘Carterrrr-Ahhh…’ She shivered, feeling his nose nudging and sniffi...g at her neck, her hair, the soft spot behind the lobe of her ear, like some wild animal, scenting his mate. She trembled, breath starting to come in shallow gasps as the softness of his lips fluttered at her neck, and gasped again, the abrupt cold wet of his tongue jolting as it flicked into the hollow of her throat. ‘Ohh… you taste so sweet… so soft… like. ’ His eyes were intense again, looking directly into mine. ‘I’d like a taste of it.’ Arrogance, direct and unassuming. In the midst of a rush of conflicting emotion, anger stood out and I grabbed it. ‘Now are we supposed to jump into a clinch and make mad, passionate love on the table?’ He raised a brow and set the tablet down. ‘That would be one way to begin.’ ‘I’m not the woman in the story,’ I said, pushing away an excited little flutter that began somewhere down deep. ‘I don’t even know. I stand at 6ft tall with a toned body, light brown slightly edging blonde hair, one blue eye and one green eye and I am Caucasian. I enjoy various sports but football (soccer) is my main focus and I regularly go to the gym. That’s a basic deion of myself. Now let’s get into the story. It all started when I was at secondary school, year 11. I went to a fairly small school with about 600 students all together. I was a pretty popular guy, everybody knew me for both good and bad reasons. At this. She was wondering whather next step might be when she saw Steve Hall waiting for her when shecame out of school. She ran to him and hugged him, telling her how sorryshe was."Thank you, Tina. I'm actually not doing too well, but I guess that's tobe expected. I wanted to thank you, though. "The one chance he had to hang on to life was because of you, and eventhough it didn't work out, I really do appreciate it. The police say thatif he had tried any other method, except maybe a gunshot, they.