Hushed Willows [m] i hit a wall

There was a fog to his expression at first, a wistful sort of look that one could imagine peered right through them, down deep into the blank spaces that surrounded each soul. But when he focused upon her, River felt that he could see nothing else. The rake of his attention was like passing through silk curtains; like being bathed in moonlight after emerging from the endless dark of a cave.

She became intoxicated. Drunk on the innate sensuality that passed between them like electricity. It was the nearness of his pack, the thought of taking him from his duties, the chance of being caught… that look in his blue, blue, blue eyes. It was exhilarating, and she wanted him instantly—

She danced closer, swaying in caution, eager to feel him, eager to taste, though mindful of his teeth.