Silver Creek yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

there is a flash of something in her damascene gaze -- perhaps disappointment? -- as iliksis pulls away. he studied her solemnly a moment, imagining already what he could do to her. what he would do to her.

it was too soon for him to act, but not too soon for him to think of her; face down as he fucked her, crying - he hoped - the dirt gumming her face and cheeks and the fear so heavy around him it might as well be the same raunchy scent of sex --

he was drifting: time to come back.

she had mentioned her last name - the same as grayson's - his mind leapt to the assumption perhaps she was his mate. not that it mattered to iliksis, who gave little consideration to the customs (or feelings) of others. mate or not, she would still be easy and enjoyable to violate. although... as he glanced up her supple form a nagging question rude and abrupt and vile formed in his mind (you a virgin?).

"iliksis." and then, because he couldn't help it (and maybe because he wanted to see her look at him fearfully, to see her put the pieces together that maybe he wasn't a nice man -- his gaze climbed her body potently, hungrily, and then he answered: "it has been to my satisfaction so far."