**John**
I smash my fist into the mirror, shards of glass piercing my hands, but I don’t care. As blood runs down my arm, I savor the feeling, its warmth. It brings me back to my present.
She was supposed to be a one-time thing, a point to be made, nothing more. But as soon as I left her, I wanted nothing more than to return and wrap my arms around her. Her pull is a force like gravity.
Being with her was an exhilarating, pure pleasure that excites me even now. Her body, naked against mine, her pelvis pressed against me, vibrating, seducing me.
I bite my lip thinking of her, and I can’t help running a hand over my crotch. I need her. It’s like she’s casted a spell on me, and I can’t get her out of my mind. For a moment, I stop and think maybe she HAD. I recognize their kind, witches. That friend of hers was one.
But Kait didn’t have that sort of…stench. She’s something, that’s for sure. But what she is is another question entirely.