A smirk of deep satisfaction tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned even closer, bracing his hand beside her head.
He liked this.
He loved the way she trembled and the way she had shrunken under his gaze, but was still stealing tiny glances at him.
And the way her scent was now threaded with something heavier.
"Look at you," He murmured, his deep voice vibrating against her skin, "Shy after the way you'd just screamed for me,"
More heat crept up her neck, and she was unable to keep the smile from her face.
He tilted her chin up, and when their eyes met, he exhaled like he'd been waiting for that moment more than the climax itself.
She opened her mouth to speak, but it came out still breathless, "Profes...," she stopped herself when she saw his eyes darken, then corrected, "Sylas...,"
"Venom," He purred.
Her arms came up between them and crossed it over her chest, as if that would stop the aching and his hands from delving into them if he wanted to.
