When his head fell back on the mattress his eyes were wild—dark and bottomless—as if she were looking into the depths of a never-ending well. There was so much desire there—so much naked hunger and unrestrained strength, the depths of which were so unfathomable Tem felt momentarily afraid. She remembered without a shadow of a doubt that although he wore his human form, he was a monster. She saw the darkness fade, his chest rising and falling as he steadied his breathing, slowly returning to himself. What had she gotten herself into?
