Byung looked down at the broken, panting woman at his feet, his eyes dark with a predatory hunger that had only intensified since his evolution. Naruz was a mess—saliva dripping from her chin, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her body trembling with a desperate, chemical need. The divine pheromones he exuded were like a drug, and she was completely addicted, her will stripped away and replaced by a singular, driving urge to be filled by him.
"You like the taste of me, don't you, Naruz?" Byung growled, his voice vibrating through the room. He didn't wait for an answer. He reached down, his massive hand wrapping around the back of her neck, and hauled her up from the floor with effortless, terrifying strength. He didn't just lift her; he hoisted her, her feet dangling for a moment before he slammed her back-first against the wall.
