His pupils had completely swallowed his iris and banished the green and the quicksilver. His labored breathing had his chest rising and falling so fast. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and the primal hunger I saw there landed like a physical blow. He was barely in control of himself. If I touched him— “Don’t even think about it, or I’ll take you right here,” he panted. Holy. Fucking. Gods.
