Chapter 86

The grin on his face was only slightly smaller than the bloody smile across her throat.

From ear to ear.

She'd only just stopped choking, the wet gasping sounds bubbling from her mouth no longer danced along his spine, sending chills of pleasure into his body.

Her eyes, once bright and brilliant with fear were now devoid of life.

Muy triste. So very sad.

He already missed her fight, her quick bursts of rage mingled with terror.

For the short time he'd known her, he'd grown to like her, to appreciate her strong will and desperation to stay alive. It's what made him take his time with her. He wanted to lap at and devour every bit of her intensity and inner strength, every last drop of what made her struggle for survival. The bright, fresh flavor of the human spirit was addictive.