The Nightwalker's crimson eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and anticipation."I can see the wheels turning in that mind of yours, little mage," she purred, her voice like velvet caressing his skin. "You're trying to decide if you're ready to bare your soul completely to me."
Victor swallowed hard, his heart racing at the intensity of her gaze. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground here - surrendering himself so utterly would mean giving up all control...
"I'll admit I'm nervous," he said quietly, meeting her smoldering eyes."This is new territory for me. But..."
He took a shaky breath."But what?" she prompted softly, arching one elegant brow.
"But I trust you." The words left him before he could second guess them. Her smile widened into something almost predatory as shadows swirled around them faster now."Then let us begin," she breathed sultrily.
