Lucifer stood at the foot of the bed. He gazed at her, his prize. He had fought for years; searched, hunted, and ravished the country; just for her. “Katerina,” he whispered. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he crept closer to her. Raven-black hair shrouded his face in a threatening yet delicate way; glass blue eyes pierced the soul, and flawless movements made him the ultimate predator.

Kat hadnt changed at all. he thought to himself. Oh how easy this had just become for him. His search had come to an end, and she would finally be his; forever. With nothing to stop him from taking her right here and now, he still took precaution in his preparation. Her hair strewn on her pillow, the golden glow of the lamp on her face, and the sheets contorting to her perfect form.

Everything had to be perfect. It was the perfection that he fell into an obsessive love with years before; her modesty and social graces made her all the more irrisistible to him.

He needed her, and he wouldnt leave here without her.