David's POV
Something wild had been unleashed inside me.
There was always darkness lurking beneath my surface, but now it felt stronger, more demanding. I couldn't make sense of it. One moment I was in control, the next I was driving into Cornelia's throat with abandon, my mind consumed by a single thought pounding through my skull like a war drum.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The predator in me had staked its claim on her. It accepted her the same way my heart did, but the intensity terrified me because that side of myself didn't understand tenderness or compassion or how to cherish her the way she deserved.
Fear had gripped me, but I was too far gone to pull back. Then Cornelia climaxed without any stimulation, and if I hadn't been certain she was meant for me before, that moment sealed it.
She gazed down at the design I had traced on her skin, her eyes darkening with fresh desire.
"What do you think of my artwork?" I asked, my voice coming out rough and unrecognizable.
