[It was better. This was better. The praise that he'd received from all his past customers--he couldn't remember. Colorless, faded compliments. The red between them was brilliant and vibrant even if it shouldn't have been. Even if that vivid color draining out of him should have been causing him to languish, Cater felt more rejuvenated than ever.
Leona lowers him back and Cater raises his arms toward him, limbs an outstretched invitation, eyes full of so much of everything that should be fear but isn't. Lust and longing and eagerness. Lips parted and panting, Cater manages a hazy half-smile at the predator poised above him.
He's not running from this--but how could he? It didn't matter that there was no escaping when nothing about him wanted to.]
as you SHOULD
Leona lowers him back and Cater raises his arms toward him, limbs an outstretched invitation, eyes full of so much of everything that should be fear but isn't. Lust and longing and eagerness. Lips parted and panting, Cater manages a hazy half-smile at the predator poised above him.
He's not running from this--but how could he? It didn't matter that there was no escaping when nothing about him wanted to.]