Dark eyes opened, a slice of black staring down, lashes catching any light that might have fallen into them to colour and liven them up.<br/>"I did warn you," was all he said, something remotely resembling a smirk flickering on sharp features.<br/>His tongue trailed along his lips, still holding still, but that wouldn't last for too long. The taste of him was divine. His gaze dropped to the cut he had made, but there was no need for more.<br/><br/>If Atticus desired to talk, debate, beg or whatever, he'd get no responds. Not anymore. It was questionable if there was still an ability to form coherent thoughts in the pale giant. Ryan certainly didn't attempt to form thoughts after those four small words.<br/>A man had turned into a beast. No thoughts on his mind, only need rushing through his body ; leading him to only one goal.<br/><br/>With a new growl -so much more feral now- he started to work towards this goal, leaning almost completely on Atticus, moving only his hips at first, long, slow pulls out and deep, quick thrusts into him. Though his eyes were open -be it halfway- he didn't appear to really see.<br/>Parted lips dropped slight groans on every push, gave room for quick inhales of air at every pull, corners lightly curled into a wicked little smile.