Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

He further destroyed the carcass before finally releasing his end, a mess of blood and organs on the floor between them. He stared back at her, and she could feel her skin heat as he dragged his gaze over her blood stained body. Even as she swallowed, his eyes watched. She had never felt so wanted before, and the feeling was intoxicating. But as alive as it all made her feel, she had no idea what to do with the feelings. For now, all she could do was watch him watching her.

He finally spoke, and it broke through her strange trance, a grin spreading across her own face. Her gaze lowered to the mess on the floor and then slowly lifted back to him. That was fun, she finally replied, not even caring enough to be embarrassed at how breathy her voice sounded. She was still too in the moment to worry about hiding any feelings from him. Besides, she didn't really want to hide her appreciation of him. There was something dark about him that she decided right then that she liked.