Amyra's skin had some kind of positive charge to it that extinguished the anger that had once taken over him. Now, he felt relaxed and content with her kisses upon his flesh, and her tongue's long laps across his neck as she cleaned him with her mouth (and probably fed herself in the process).
"Shall I hunt you some more food, my sweet?" He offered as she finished the suckles she had planted upon his neck with sweet somethings.
"Mmmm, only after you complete your make up work..." she answered seductively as she continued to give him wave after wave of affection.
Yes, this was what he had needed to slay that mania. He needed the softness of a woman to combat the hatred that coursed from some unknown source in his soul. It didn't matter right now anyway. Right now, he had a woman to please and start to heal as well.
