Urges are so powerful. They can rule the mind, the body, and the soul. Mine is a living and breathing entity, burrowed inside me, and if I don’t allow it to come out and feed, I’ll not only lose myself, but my grip on sanity. The pull of this woman, my lovely Lucy, is stronger than any before her. I knew she was special, but also knew I couldn’t have her…then, now…

Yes, you can.

If I could, when I can, I’ll have to take my time with her, savor the chase, the build-up, the agonizing wait.

I will wait as long as it takes.

But my beast will need to feed on her eventually, and she will love every second of it. The urges are coming more frequently these days. I’ve been thinking about her, re-looking over the data of her, the pictures. Fuck. I worry whether I’ll be able to juggle all aspects of my life if the tempo increases further. Sacrifices will have to be made to sustain the hunger, and I’m not sure I’m ready to sacrifice anything I’ve built over the years.

I shouldn’t be here, but I need to feel her around me. I’m back in the shop where I first introduced myself to her.

Past…

The sun is burning down, making me squint. I walk across the sand, wincing from the heat of the granules baking under the rays all day. She’s coming toward me, but looking down at the water. I will her to see me, look at me, and my breath hitches when her eyelids flutter and her head turns toward me just as I pass her. Fuck, so close, yet so far. I walk a few more yards, then backtrack. I stay at a distance and bide my time.

* * *

I follow her into a small shack-like shop, my heart galloping at the possibility of what will happen when she sees me for the first time. I’m so close now, if I reach out, I’ll be touching her. This close, I can see her so clearly. I know it was fate that she was given to me. She will be my favorite, and hard to top once I take her and feel her die under me. God, I want to keep her, but the last one I kept was discovered, and it didn’t end well. Not for Julia, anyway.

She’s studying the refrigerators, her nose crinkling from the overpowering scent of fish. It’s so cute, I want to whip out my phone and capture the moment to fuck my hand to later.

“You get used to it after a while,” I tell her, moving closer so I can inhale her perfume. It’s sweet like her. She smells of summer and frosting.

I don’t normally engage with my girls before I take what’s mine, but with her, I can’t help it. She’s different. Special. Mine.

She looks up at me, a brief spark of recognition from passing me on the beach once before. “Oh yeah, sorry. Not used to the fish smell. Where I come from, it’s normally already dead and wrapped in a pretty seal and probably pumped with tons of chemicals…” she rambles. “Okay! So, hi. I think I just saw you on the beach. Are you a local?” she continues, anxiously.

Fuck, she’s a talker. Making her silent will bring me more pleasure knowing this simple fact. She checks me out, not subtly at all, and I know she likes what she sees. I wore shorts and a fitted T-shirt, showing off my impressive physique just for her. Her stomach will be humming with need and juices dribbling from her cunt, begging to be tasted. I’m easy on the eyes, and my structure always has women thinking about my stamina in the bedroom. They want to be picked up and thrown against a hard wall every now and then, and my strength can send their mind spinning with possibilities.

Shit, she asked me a question. What was it? Oh, yes, am I local?

“You can say that. I live not too far away. And you?” I ask, already knowing full well where she lives or resides for the time being.

“Oh, I’m not from here. Well, I am now. Or for the next month.” She becomes flustered, tripping over her words. Her cheeks burn bright. “I’m staying here for the summer.” She chews on her bottom lip, and my cock stirs. When I have her one day, I’ll chew on that lip as well.

Just the summer. At least I know the time scale I have to work with. This is disappointing, but not a game changer. I can’t not have her now, even if I only have a week to execute my plans.

I curve my lips into a smile and take another step toward her until we’re impossibly close. I can sense the rise and fall of her chest, the heart behind her ribs pounding as I reach in front of her and grab a box from the shelf.

“Well, welcome to the neighborhood…” I linger on the last word, waiting for her to fill in the blank.

“Lucy. The name’s Lucy.”

Oh, sweet Lucy. My lovely. It’s so fitting—so innocent and light. So perfect for her, for me. Mine. My lovely Lucy.

She offers her hand, and I grasp it and bring it to my lips, placing a kiss there and stroking her pulse point. I refrain from inhaling, from sighing and tugging her closer. In time, I’ll do all those things. I already know how badly she craves me. She wants me to drag her into me, lift her onto the freezer, and tilt her ass on the edge. She’ll be quivering and soaking wet, begging, “Please.” Her hands want to roam and touch places I won’t allow. I need her still, under the mercy of my touch. I need to feel her pulse weaken, her chest slow its movements. I have to be inside her on the cusp of life and death—give her a moment others will never get.

Oh, lovely Lucy, you will have me, and it will be perfect.

“Pleasure meeting you, Lucy.” And it’s the most honest I’ve ever been with anyone in my entire life.

She’s different. She is perfect.

“All right, my darling!” The old, decrepit woman who runs the shop steps between us. “You’ll make a great meal with these two. Make sure to come back again soon for more seafood.”

Lucy smiles down at the woman before bringing her eyes back to mine, a spark ignited there. I almost want to stuff the old woman in the freezer and watch her body crystalize for interrupting our moment, but I’m already lost in lovely Lucy once more.

“Lobster night.” She grins, holding up the box the old woman gave her.

“I see.” I raise a brow. The compulsion to lean in and bite her bottom lip until it breaks under my teeth makes my head swim. I’m heady, and my cock is straining so hard against the zipper of my shorts, it will have a mark when I take the fucking things off later.

She hovers for a moment, unsure what to do next, then pats the box and gives me a half wave. “Well, it was nice meeting you, uh...”

“Jax,” I tell her, then scold myself internally. I shouldn’t have given her my real name. This one is different from my usual girls, though. I’ve never seeked out an interaction before. Usually, I meet my girls at random and keep a distance. It’s safer that way.

“Got it. Jax. Well, hope to see you around!”

You will, lovely little Lucy. I will be the last thing you ever see.

“Oh, I hope so too,” I agree, my words almost slurred. I’m so high on her allure, it’s like being drunk.

I close my eyes, breathing in the last scent of her sweet perfume, ignoring the raw fish pungent in the air around me before I leave her.

Don’t worry Lucy, I’ll be back soon.

Present…

I go back to my car and slip into the driver’s seat and free my cock, stroking it hard in my firm grip. The actions are torturous and punishing as I picture Lucy bound by invisible ropes. A prisoner inside her own paralyzed body, naked, spread wide, and desperate for me to finally claim her. I’m just about to come, but I stop my movements before I do. The throbbing ebbs, and the eager need to come is so built up inside, my body slowly withdraws. It takes ten full seconds for me to breathe through the ache before I stuff my cock back inside my shorts. When I finally do come, it will be with her in sight, not in thought.

I need to have her. I will just have to make sure I plan it out perfectly.