Hey everyone :). This is the same story as the first, just told from His perspective rather than Hers. I hope you enjoy it and if you have positive comments or constructive criticism, please leave it in the comment's section below. Thanks and happy reading :).
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It was in the early hours of dusk. I stood outside the old, rusted double doors of the abandoned factory and took in a deep breath, her sweet smell coating my throat and making me salivate. She was in here, all right. I pressed against the door with my fingertips, pushing slightly. It didn't budge like it normally should.
I felt myself crack a smile; the little explorer had barricaded the door to keep from getting caught. Stepping back, I picked up my foot and slammed it squarely in the middle of the ancient door, creating a large, boot-shaped dent in the center, the rusted metal shrieking in protest. I paused, listening to the echo bounce down the empty corridors of the factory. I crept closer to the gap created by the bent door and inhaled. Her scent was stronger; sweet and enticing, with a hint of exertion and nervousness. It was euphoric, to say the least.
I stepped back and let loose another devastating kick, the old door crumpling under my strength and screeching in defeat. The other door swung open on rusted hinges, nothing holding it back. I stepped into the old corridor, surveying the scene and following her scent. I turned and pursued the trail she had inadvertently left, running quickly and quietly, my hoodie strings flapping behind me; no doubt she had heard me destroy the door and was trying to escape.
I knew I was gaining on her trail. Her smell grew stronger, now tinged with a little fear. I heard her feet pounding the crumbling concrete and her heart beating wildly. I smiled, continuing my pace gracefully and effortlessly. I began calling her name.
"Maria... Maria..." I rounded a corner and saw her in her full glory. She ran full steam, her long red hair billowing behind her. Today she was wearing a white tshirt and gray workout pants, the fit of the clothes complimenting her fuller figure despite the drabness of the color pallet. I called to her again as I gained on her.
"Maria... Maria..." She didn't even try to look behind her, like stupid girls in horror flicks. No, she ran full out, her head swiveling for an escape. She was heading toward a dead end; my victory so near I could taste it. I was practically stepping on her heels.
"Maria!"
An open door on the left side of the dim hallway caught her attention. Reaching out her hand she caught the door knob just as I caught her. My left arm wound around her neck, jerking her to a stop. She gasped in sickly surprise as I halted her momentum before shoving her into the room. I knew this factory very well; this particular room happened to be an old workshop. There would be very useful things here.
I yanked the door shut behind me, watching her stumble over some power cords and try to regain her balance. I sped forward and wrenched an arm behind her back, forcing her toward the large work table in the center of the room. I bent her over it, forcing her cheek to the rough wood as I loomed over her. I could detect the perfume she had put on this morning, the scent magnified by her pounding pulse and slight sweat of exertion. Her smell was absolutely intoxicating and the pulse in her neck was so very close...
Then she spoke in a quivery, quiet voice.
"What... do you want... with me?" I smiled, brushing her gorgeous hair off her porcelain neck as I nuzzled her heated flesh. I felt her shudder beneath me. I murmured,
"You poked around in the wrong places... And then I smelled you. Your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled, and it drove me..." I licked my lips, leaning down to her ear and breathing the last word, "...crazy." She swallowed hard, her heart beating frantically.
"...m-my smell...?" Her voice cracked, making me chuckle at her meek questions. I answered,
"Yes, darling. Your smell." She surprised me as she began struggling wildly, probably finally realizing I wasn't human. I laughed, dragging her up from the table and pressing her warm, soft body close to mine. I caught both wrists in one hand, the other I curled around her jawline, holding her head still and her neck exposed. My lips nearly touched her ear and goosebumps rippled along her flesh at my proximity, exciting me. I knew what I wanted from her, but I wanted her to know how things stood. I spoke softly into her ear, her soft, curly hair pressed against my cheek.
"This can be easier for both of us. If you're good, I can be nice and gentle." I softly pressed my lips against her racing pulse, fighting to keep my fangs away from her tender flesh. I lifted my lips to her ear again, "or I can be rough and unpleasant if you fight me." I found the soft curve between her shoulder and neck and bit down, pressing my canines ever so slightly into her warm skin. She cried out in pain and jerked, making me laugh at her feeble strength. I moved us toward the table again, once more forcing her over it, but no longer grinding her cheek into the surface. I spoke quietly,
"What's it going to be, my pet?" She stiffened and then froze completely, not answering me. She stayed still and silent for several seconds, clearly not intending to cooperate. Her little show of disrespect angered me. I grabbed her waist and dragged her up onto the table, noticing the rusted iron chains perfectly placed at the top of the table. I commanded them and they responded immediately, slithering around her small wrists and securing her down so that she lay on her back, her arms stretched above her head. Her vivid green eyes widened in surprise as the chains came to life. She glanced around, her chest rising and falling rapidly in fear. Her head jerked around to face me and her lips parted as she looked at me for the first time. Her lovely eyes roved over me, drinking me in. The way she checked me out made me hard; on her face was a mixture of terrified awe and dangerous lust. I stared at her lips; full and deep scarlet. They looked soft... I wanted to devour them.
I leaned over her, inhaling her scent and imagining a hundred different ways of taking her. When I spoke, my voice was low and commanding.
"Have you changed your mind, darling?" She blinked at me, closing her mouth and recovering enough from her shock to feel defiant. Her head turned away from me and her eyes closed, almost refusing to acknowledge me. Her refusal to immediately submit both angered me and aroused me. A hiss emitted from my throat and I spoke threateningly into her ear,
"So be it. I'll have you, either way... And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more." She shivered at my words, her skin flushing almost imperceptibly. My words stirred within her the submissive desires deep in her soul. My cock throbbed just thinking about dominating her.
I climbed smoothly onto the table, kicking her legs apart and asserting myself between them. My hips came to rest between hers, the feeling of her body heat and the knowledge that her womanhood lay just behind a few thin layers of fabric made me harder then before. I ground my erection into her hips, my hands seeking out the neckline of her shirt. I hooked my fingers into her tee and yanked, ripping the article of clothing from her and jerking her off the table a few inches. I tossed the fabric away and beheld the site of her bare torso and white, lacy bra. I almost laughed; the white color was perfect. My hands gently caressed over the fabric of the white cups. I mumbled to myself,
