The splash of large pink flowers on white stood out like a beacon in the darkness. Beneath the hem stretched a pair of nude legs, toned, nicely curved at the ankles. Perfectly made to lightly clasp a man’s waist as he slid into moist heat… He suppressed a low, rumbling growl from the beast rising inside. Something he rarely bothered to do in the squalid dens he roamed most nights. The creature lurking deep inside was a sexual animal, a lustful, ravenous host who found partners only too willing to let him feast. But this woman was different. Her soul was pure. Her mind unawakened to the darkness. He followed her as she left her apartment, sticking to the shadows, ducking into stairwells when she looked behind her as though checking if someone followed. A frown marred her smooth brow, and her lips tightened. The clip of her heels on the pavement quickened. Shoulder-length, fly-away brown hair bobbed across the tops of slender shoulders.
