He had chosen her hours ago, when he'd moved through towards the edge of the mass of bodies and peered outwards for someone to catch his eye -- and there she stood. Perhaps she wasn't anything all that special and never would be or maybe she would be the most special creature he'd ever know, it didn't matter -- what mattered was that his eyes had landed on her out of everyone else, and that meant that tonight and for however long that he saw fit, her body would be his to do whatever he pleased with.
And right now, he was starving.
A wet tongue swiped across dry lips, leaving them glistening under the flashing lights of the club. He moved through people seamlessly one moment and then like a bulldozer the next, shoving men twice his size out of the way to get to her and finally claim her. He was done watching. It was time to take what was his.
"Got a name?" He murmured in her ear as his arms slipped around the small waist, his front pressed against her back and his lips hovering by the side of her face. His body moved against her's in a slow rhythm that matched the beat of the music playing almost deafeningly loud throughout the small space. "Mine's Isaac."
First, he'd find out if she wanted him.
If she didn't, he'd make her want him.