The Shadow moved closer, tracing a line of fire the felt as if it should have melted the flesh from her cheek.  Then his finger was brushing along her lips, pressing down to open her jaw and easing into her mouth.  His inhuman skin was hot, but did not burn.  And that heat seemed to linger upon her skin where he'd touched her.  Now that his finger was in her mouth, she could taste him, as if he were slightly oily.  There was nothing in her experience like it, it was that same primordial sexual essence that his musk was, only this soaked into her tongue and mouth and crept down into her throat slowly spreading, adding to the already uncontrollable sensations coursing through her body.<br/><br/>He leaned down, bringing his chaotic eyes near and gazing into Ana.  Not merely her eyes, but deeper, as if everything within her were as plainly visible to those horrid eyes as her naked breasts.  She could feel the brush of his will in her mind, pushing aside all resistance and gathering her every memory and fear and most forbidden dream.<br/><br/>As he raped her mind, his other hand cupped her breast, squeezing it as if to test it's firmness, brushing his thumb over that hard pebble of her nipple and then teasing it with the tip of his claw.<br/><br/>Then he spoke, his voice deep and resonating throughout her body, as if she were feeling it vibrating in her bones rather than hearing it.  "Our seed will destroy you," he told her.