Elena could see the hunger and desire in King Killian's eyes, very clear and unmistakable—like a fire barely held back. The way he stared at her seemed like he was about to devour her. Elena's heart pounded, both in fear and excitement.
It took everything in Elena not to move back as he began walking toward her, his eyes roaming deadly over her body. He stopped just mere inches away from her, then he leaned in. He took a long breath, as he inhaled her scent that was now mixed with the fruity scent of her bathing soap. His wolf went crazy at the proximity, fueling King Killina's desires even more.
Without warning, he leaned down and licked the crock of Elena's neck, a new habit he wasn't aware he had formed. His action caused Elena to shiver, the hairs on her neck standing erect.
