Murder- Untitled Prologue

         The white breath of autumn wound around the skeletal claw reaching into the cloudy night. It was silent except for the barest whisper of shuffling feet on the cobblestone walk. The feet were encased in a pristine pair of Versace loafers and carried the tawny hunter as he set the final scene of his chase. His smooth glide drew the walnut door ever closer.
         A butterfly’s knock chimed softly through the lofty halls. Cautiously, the door inched open, revealing his prey. The fresh, creamy skin glowed faintly in the few tenacious moonbeams, rising with her quick breaths against the lacy, black negligee riding low on her chest. “Hey,” she purred, low and husky as though just waking from a deep sleep. The picture of her shapely figure stretched along the royal purple satin of her bed almost forced a groan from his throat. “I thought you’d never get here,” she continued, oblivious to his reaction.
         A smile flicked across his feline features, leaving a shine of anticipation in his eyes. “Sorry,” his deep voice breathed against her ear, trailing goose bumps up her skin. She whimpered with pleasure, reaching for him, but he evaded her touch and slid into the house. “Come on,” he pushed on the air at her back, steering her toward the staircase. “Let’s go upstairs.”
         Up in the bedroom, he carefully laid his jacket on the wooden, high-backed chair. Quickly shedding the rest of his clothing, he turned to see her flat on the bed as he had fantasized.
         He crawled over top of her, hard to the point of bursting. All they had done leading up to this point, but he had always been praised for his iron control and he employed it now. He ran his palms up her front, grazing her seeking nipples before giving one hard thrust along her core, eliciting her harsh, breathy cries and a shudder of need. He let out a growl of satisfaction when the wet, musky scent of her arousal filled the air.
         He took his time, caressing her every inch, suckling the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and sipping her essence as he moved up her body. He pressed himself against the crux of her desire and watched her writhe in torturous need and ecstasy without entering, before leaning down for their first kiss.
         His kiss was all power, rough and demanding, eating at her mouth, his nips breaking the delicate skin of her raspberry lips. And she responded in kind, boldly seeking and dancing with him as he lapped the blood from her lips. He watched the passion-glazed eyes as her tongue ventured into the interior of his mouth. His satisfaction multiplied as the shock and fear began to register on her face.
         Not yet, he cautioned himself, not yet. Now, instead of clutching him in lust, she tried to shove him way; he rumbled darkly against her, sending vibrations of laughter and terror through her soul and her bed. Her hands were held in a crushing grip above her head as he supped at her throat despite her protests.
         “Come on, baby,” he chided, “This is what we were waiting for.” In desperation, she attempted to kick him, drawing his anger and almost pushing him over his edge in his excitement. No longer finding amusement in his game, he savagely ripped apart her lingerie, exposing her flesh to the cool air. He grinned while he slowly drew himself down her length, relishing the panic in her eyes. Nibbling gently at her center, he held her, probing delicately as her frame shuddered and finally, biting through the sensitive skin. Surging up, he smothered her deep screams within his covering mouth. Pounding into her bleeding flesh, he rode the screams echoing through the house and empty countryside.
         She began to squeeze and spasm against his hard shaft, brought to an unwilling climax. Yet, still his control held. Buried deep inside her, he whispered, “Ready for the big finish, sweetheart?” He listened to her whimpers and muffled sobs, a beautiful musical background as he reached below the bed.
         One last time he looked at her and saw that even red-rimmed and glazed her eyes reminded him of pine smoke and hoarse of speech her sultry voice stirred him. She cried out as she came, flying up off the bed as stolen gratification warred with pain. In one swift movement, at her peak, he slashed a smile into her offered throat.
         Carefully, he left his blade in her hand and rolled off the bed. He felt invincible again, tall enough to top any creature and strong enough to out pull any machine. He dressed, waving at the empty window overlooking the street, before calmly walking out the door, back down the walk and into the waiting car. Finally, he showed a genuine smile as he stroked the thigh of his driver while they drove into the coming dawn.