As he touched her, something stirred that had never moved within the Shadow's heart before.  He was a god of lust and fertility, twisted and unwholesome as it might be.  But always, no matter how skilled or beautiful or alluring a woman might be, no matter how powerfully a female's fertile body might call to him, never had he felt himself less than completely in control of his desires.<br/><br/>Lust was at his core, it was his very nature to be lustful... but never to be swayed and clouded by it himself.  He growled, unsure if it was the inevitable effect of the bond and his power on her reflected back upon him, or if it was the bond's hold over him directly but he wanted this woman in a way he had never truly experienced.  He<em>needed</em>to have her, not soon, not later... here and now.<br/><br/>It both exhilarated and terrified him to ride the wave of raw emotion he'd watched so often consume others.  His fingers clutched at her gown, gathering the priceless fabric and then with a hiss he pulled sharply, tearing it to bear her breasts to his hungry gaze.  The clatter of pearls scattering was drowned out by ragged cheers and shouts of encouragement from those who were still trying to resist the sweeping aura flowing out from their lord.  But these were soon lost in more cries, and the sounds of open and wild mating that the fresh surge of need the Shadow radiated as he feasted his eyes upon his mate's naked breasts.  With an animal growl, he lunged forward to take one of those orbs into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue while his hand found and kneaded the other.