She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice, tilting her head ever so slightly to one side, showing just the faintest glimpse of the soft, pale fur that covered her throat. His voice was silk, spreading across her skin like the finest of garments, so lush and enticing. She wished to wear his thinly veiled violence, her body aching for his touch, craving a blow to send her sprawling to the concrete like a crumpled, broken doll.
Slowly, her eyes opened, finding him close, feeling his tongue against the stream of blood that marred her pale arm. She smiled, enticing, wicked, drawing him in like the spiders she had lost would draw their prey toward them. Those vicious, yellow eyes watched his every movement greedily, drinking in the sight of him.