Brillasse slid from the couch and crawled to him. Ike sat, watching her every move. The image of a tigress came to mind, slowly, seductively stalking her pray. Still on her knees, she placed her hands on his thighs, slowly working them over his groin and stomach. When she reached his chest, she massaged gently and he groaned.

“I need sex as much as I need blood,” she whispered. “While I still have the strength, I would like to have one of those needs met.”

As she raised his shirt, she kissed his chest. Ike had always been proud of his body. Time in the military will do that. His body had always been firm. But the minute her lips met his chest, that tight body began to melt. He removed his shirt and buried his hands in her hair, holding her to him. She raised her mouth to his and he kissed her deeply, the taste of her was sweet. When he felt her at his jeans, he didn’t stop her but helped her remove them.