Ruin sits up enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. He grasps her hands, rests them on his chest. His eyes shine brightly, yellow-tinged and wild. "Hurt me, Legs. You used to be real good at it."

Then he bends over to kiss her deeply, sharp teeth tearing at tender lips as he tastes her blood on his tongue finally. He shudders, his heart pounding, savouring the taste in his mouth, between their kiss.