Her body felt smooth and soft to my exploring fingertips. She moaned softly as my fingers danced down her stomach towards her sex. I watched her in her ecstasy; I took pride where pride was due.
When one becomes as practiced as I at romancing women, it becomes an art. This was merely the first step to my art.
I explored her body; diligently searching out her most sensitive of spots. I knew when I had found them. A delicious gasp escaped her trembling lips. A testimony to my skill.
Her back arched and her toes curled as climax came upon her. It was time to play the final act.
I continued to lead her deeper into sensuality as I removed the hammer that resided beneath my bed. Her eyes were closed in her orgasm; she wouldn't see her last moment descend upon her.
My hammer fell and the claw gouged deeply into her sternum. A gasp renewed my ecstasy. It wasn't a loving gasp like those that had preceded it, but one of pain and betrayal. The most beautiful sound she had made all night.
I pulled down violently on the hammer. Her rib cage was torn open and blood spouted out in a most fantastic display. Her warmth spread across my body and I basked in it.
I whispered sweet nothings to her as I watched the life leak from her eyes; I held her tight as she took her last breath. Consoling her with every convulsive jerk that overtook her fragile frame.
Death was the ultimate sexual experience.