Somewhere in his memories there were other faces, other women that he had known in this way. His body knew how to respond to the primal urges within his blood. It was not romantic—he did not love her, he did not desire to be her mate—but they needed each other in this dark place. Deep inside of them were Shadows, born out of hate and despair. The blackened male breathed out as she spoke his name, finally opening his eyes. Under him the woman was a white-brown shadow with deep eyes. He knew she had been wounded deeply, and knew he had done something to her by taking her as he had. Like Anu, he offered her only the reassurance of his body. No loving words, nothing to reassure the woman who was by no means weak.
He let her hold him as his body slowly eased. It would take time for his body to release her, for that was the way that his species was made. Gabriel lowered himself to her side, wrapping one arm around her waist protectively. There was nothing he could do now but wait, yet he did give her what comfort he could. His warm body curled against her back, smelling her sweet scent and thinking of her eyes in the dark. She had the potential to become terrible, if she so allowed it. He prayed she would not.
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