Reign's fingers traced slow circles over Anna's head, his touch both possessive and detached.
His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched the shallow rise and fall of her breath.
A chuckle left his lips, a sound that carried both satisfaction and boredom.
'What should I do next?' he muttered.
Something was different now. He could feel it.
The hunger that always gnawed at him—the need to dominate, to destroy—had been accompanied by a new indulgence.
Lust.
A purely human weakness that his counterpart, Ra was guilty of on many occasions.
But now that Ra was devoured, he inherited those desires .
And he didn't hate it.
Beauty, like violence, was another avenue to ease the monotony of existence.
His preferred pastime would always be killing, but indulging in sexual pleasure?
That wasn't so bad.
His thoughts turned to something more pressing. Heaven.
