VALERIC wrenched his lips from hers with a growl, and his eyes darkened a fraction at the sight of the blood on her lips. "There we go." And Stella was on her knees, breathing heavily with lost eyes. This man... he is... he is going to devour her, and she was sure of it. Even if not now, sooner or later he will.
He reeked of the desire to do it, and she wondered why he suddenly got so provoked like he'd never been before.
Was it earlier during the call? Heck, why did he even come home that quickly?
Her eyes rose to meet his. "What's going on with you?" Her voice was unintentionally so small, she swore he didn't hear. But he did, because he'd squatted down right in front of her, and his fingers took hold of her jaw to make her look at him. "You cared that I could possibly be with another woman."
"Huh? Wh..what are you talking about?"