Kieran's gaze shimmered with a spike of heat. He's on his hands and knees, forming a cage with his body. His long silvery hair, flowing on their sides like a curtain keeping her from the outside world. There was a wariness in his face, telling Iris that Kieran was trying to rein his control for her sake. Looking up at him, Iris studied the planes of his chest, a stray damp lock clinging at his temple and his slightly parted lips.
Everything about him reminded her that he wasn't a human. His sharp claws that can nick and tear her skin against her blunt nails, his pointed ears that had heightened hearing compared to her rounded ones, his bright cerulean eye against her mossy green eyes. Simply too beautiful for a darkling, incomparable to a human.
"What are you thinking, my darling?" Kieran asked as he ran his fingers on her side as Iris struggled to stop the foreign sounds escaping from her lips.
