His body tensed as her eyes raked across him, his skin nearly prickling with anticipation. Every fiber of his being tilted forward anxiously, eager for more. With every passing moment, she made it harder to remember he wasn't the beast anymore, because every current thought flying across his mind was very much animalistic.
Slowly, his lids closed, shuttering the mindless passion she purposefully provoked. Her sensual voice stoked the fires within him. He hated that she had this power over him, and like a snake hypnotized by its master's movements, he danced to her tune. Why did she choose to do this to him? She had to know it was meaningless. Why did that fester and eat at his soul, and yet seem like it was exactly what she wanted?
And why wasn't he stopping himself?
"Sure you want me to leave?" she taunted in that molten liquid tone. "I'll do it if you want. And I promise to walk away reeeeal slowly. Just for you.”
Closing his eyes was a big mistake. With blindingly vivid imagery he knew exactly what she promised in that retreat. A low groan rumbled at his throat. Where was all that control he swore he'd hold on to? Gravity seemed to go a-kilter as he swayed on his feet, his nose pressed into warmth. Damn. When had he walked over? But he must have, because her smell engulfed his senses and he pressed his nose and cheek harder against her jaw with a shaky breath.
So slowly, he angled his head just a little, biting into the soft tissue behind her cheekbone. A new sort of power filled him with that choice of action, his eyes flashing open. He paired the beast's desires with the man's purpose, taunting her as she had taunted him. A cruel and wonderful revenge, wasn't it?
He breathed a hot breath on her throat, stepping in with such purposefully aching slowness. She wanted to unleash the monster again, did she? She liked that dark side so much? A wicked grin tipped his lips as he thought: how does she like it now with the man in charge?