𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄
My pulse thundered in my ears. "How long?" I managed, the knot in my chest loosening despite his despair.
I was evil.
He still wanted me. He had meant what he had said.
"Days," he rasped, forehead dropping against the wall beside my head. "It's been building for weeks. Longer than I can deign to admit. Since I touched you." His voice cracked. "Long before I tasted you."
Heat flooded through me at the memory. His tongue. His hands. His enlarging, shifting tongue.
"This is serious," I snapped at myself. I had never been so lustful in all my years. But it did not suppress my rising worry. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because—" His cybernetic hand spasmed again, gears grinding. "Because I can't control it, Selene. The rut strips away everything civilized, everything sophisticated. It reduces me to base instinct." His eyes opened, crimson bleeding through the blue like blood in ice water. "I could hurt you."
