"What the fuck is that?" he demanded, voice deathly quiet, as his blue eyes blazed with fire. "What?" I squeezed out, panic-stricken. Tipping my chin up, he brushed my hair off my shoulder and released a low growl. "That," he growled, trailing his thumb over my cheekbone. "And that," he added, skimming the curve of my eye. The contact was so gentle that it caused me to jump from nerves rather than pain.
