Sebastian's gaze slid from her eyes down to her half-exposed chest, where the claw wound had already healed and her skin gleamed with his saliva. Her buds were arched and pointed, swollen and impossibly sensitive, and the sight made his cock strain painfully against his pants, aching for her touch.
But before he could do anything further, she dragged her trembling, painful hands up and covered her chest, forcing his gaze back to her enraged face.
"How dare you take advantage of my situation?" she grated, her blue eyes blazing now that the poison's toxicity had left her, her wound was closed, and her senses were finally clear of the fog that had left her barely conscious of everything he had done. He had known she would hate his methods, but it had been the only way to save her without dragging anyone else into it.
Sebastian snapped out of the haze of his arousal and blinked at her before letting out a short, amused smile.
