Third Person’s POV
When did it start?
The barn.
He could remember the glow of her skin, auburn hair falling in waves, and the look in those eyes—flashing silver with hunger, her hand pressing his over her breast, lips parting as she approached—
Devoured.
Isaac had known then that she would devour him.
First with a bite.
His body, he’d thought, was one thing.
She could have it if that’s what she desired.
And she did.
“Why me?” he’d asked, his hands gripping her thighs, trying to calm the hungry motions of her hips. It was like he was on fire, lying beneath her, his virginity ripped from him, body stripped bare—and by a creature that looked so beautiful, so young, so . . . innocent.
He’d heard once that the devil is a woman.
He felt
