Vulture's eyes glazed with need and he bit Regina's lower lip, dragging soft flesh between his teeth, a warning he would bite back. She shuddered as he let her go. She expected him to cut her knickers off, but he paused, turning the scissors on himself. Arching his neck, he snipped the collar, cutting down the center of the t-shirt, just like with hers. Once in half, he shrugged it off, letting it join her ruined clothes on the floor.
Her world spun and all she could think of were stars.
Vulture glared, daring her to judge him.
She still looked into his eyes. He held contact for a moment, before looking over her head. His hands curled and he sucked in a breath, outlining perfectly cut stomach muscles. He vibrated with tension. Her heart fluttered and she gave her last sense to Vulture, her sense of sight.
Standing erect, in front of her, he filled her vision with everything she ever wanted. He owned her everything but instincts and heart.
