His hand left hers, left her to own devices. He brought his fingers to his mouth, selecting one he tasted, closing his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It took him a moment to come back, his eyes closed, simply listening to her, listening to the sounds she released and the hints of nature from her body. He inhaled, separating the scents of the room from the scents her body released. The smell of arousal, her sweat, the faintest hint of soap, he separated and tasted each on his skin.<br/><br/>For a moment he lost himself, for a moment the demonic was sated, overwhelmed and swimming in the arousal in the air. Instead he looked at her as a man, he looked for her eyes, meeting her, the red around the iris gone, simple brown to look at hers. For that moment he was mortal and was only hers. The demon came howling back to the front and he closed his eyes only a second before she might see the change.<br/><br/>He reached out, his hand running up the underside of her bent leg, nails scratching and skin from knee to her back., and the back down. Casually he moved more prone, he exposed himself to her, flaunting his arousal, his erection, the hint of fluid still evident. She could smell him, musk, roses, leather, a hot and heavy smell that hovered about her. He ran his hand up and down the opposite leg. Trails left from his nails to match the other set. Never once breaking the skin. He could see her, watch her as her hand toyed and manipulated her body. He would not stop her if she stopped, and he knew that she would be able to feel that from him. He watched, relaxed and calm.<br/><br/>His hand raised again, and this time it was her other cheek, the side untouched, that caught the blow. Like the first one, more sound than substance, more anticipation than pain. Again he massaged her afterward, rubbing her skin, settling the warmth of his flesh into hers.<br/><br/>