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Kill of the Night
Nov. 12th, 2015 05:53 pmShe stalked down the street, heels clicking on the pavement rhythmically. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, and it was like the slow-motion shampoo commercials. Derek Hale’s jaw hit the ground.
She grinned at him wickedly, dark heat in her eyes. They promised so many things, dark and dangerous and exciting.
The streetlights haloed her, and she turned towards him, walking backwards effortlessly. She crooked her finger at him, and he followed her without hesitating.
She’d tied him up that night. She’d bitten and scratched, twisted and pulled, done things that he never dreamed was possible. She tore him apart and put him back together again.
And he’d thanked Kate Argent for the privilege.
She grinned at him wickedly, dark heat in her eyes. They promised so many things, dark and dangerous and exciting.
The streetlights haloed her, and she turned towards him, walking backwards effortlessly. She crooked her finger at him, and he followed her without hesitating.
She’d tied him up that night. She’d bitten and scratched, twisted and pulled, done things that he never dreamed was possible. She tore him apart and put him back together again.
And he’d thanked Kate Argent for the privilege.
