He felt her presence immediately. He turned his head to try and get a visual on the woman whose aura jolted him with pleasure. He located her amongst a group of her friends; tall with long flowing blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was pretty, but that wasn’t what drew him to her. Through the years he had had so many women who were more beautiful, exotic and gorgeous than she. He had pursued those women people said were ‘out of his league’ just to prove them wrong. That was until he had found a new type of woman, a new favourite target that aroused him so much more intensely than he had ever known before. Women like this one: untouched. When they succumbed to his talent of seduction, the taste was sweeter than anything. The pleasure took him to new dizzying heights that set his body on fire; the orgasms he reached wracked his body gorgeously, leaving him sated and panting. The only problem was that once had, the sweet untouched girls no longer tasted the same. Their aura changed, and the level of pleasure receded. They were only good for one night.

It had been weeks since he had last sated his appetite for a pure woman. His need was growing, his body aching for release. He sipped his drink as he quietly observed his new target, enjoying the soft waves of pleasure he received in pulses from her aura. He put her age in the low twenties, a little older than his usual pure girls. Shifting in his seat, he tried to alleviate the pressure caused by his hardening length within the confines of his trousers. He could wait no longer; he needed to taste her sweet sensual innocence now. As he crossed the small courtyard toward where she sat amongst her friends, she looked toward him. As soon as she saw him, she could not look away. Studying him, she did not think he was overly attractive. He had a nice smile, was tall and slim, but nothing to make her melt. And yet she felt that she wanted to talk with him … needed to make contact. They met in the middle of the courtyard, though she did not remember standing or moving away from her group. He grinned, looking at her.

‘I’m Cassie.’ She raised her eyes to meet his and was completely lost to the power of his talent. He took Cassie’s hand within his, a surge of sexual energy leaping between them as he led her away, her group of friends staring after them.

Once in his car, she directed him to her place. Ryan never took his conquests home … it made it all the more difficult to sever ties. This way he could make a quick exit while she slept, and not have to deal with any of her silly emotions.  He could sense her nerves; they made her aura tremble, would make her taste bittersweet. He