Regina did not want to stop, standing near him gave a sense of ownership. But with one last caress, she obeyed and sat on the chair as he watched with his half-closed eyes. The lines on his forehead were diminished, and the tightness around his mouth less prominent. His eyes were still bruised but were not glazed and unfocused. They stared at each other, with lust sparking in them, both unable to look away. Vulture was like the black storm cloud, sucking her toward him like she was a rapidly flying bird.
"Now you can stop, slave." He dropped his eyes, sitting straighter in the chair. A shiver danced on her skin. She sneaked glances at him as he looked to the fountain.
