Shiina's breath came in short, heavy bursts, her every nerve ending on fire. The shotgun had long since been dropped, never once having been used as she'd intended, and her thoughts were clouded by the heady fog of passion. Reese cradled her in his arms, her form limp in acquiescence. She had completely submitted to his will much quicker than he'd expected. Perhaps her feelings were stronger for him than even she had anticipated.
He'd awoken hungry, near to starving, and she'd foolishly been the only living thing within arm's reach. She'd come to him almost willingly, and now his face was buried in the curve of her neck, his morning feast long since over. Shiina was a hunter, and vampires were her prey of choice. Now he'd turned the tables on her, but something had kept him from draining her dry, from swallowing the last beat of her heart and taking part of her soul into himself before sending her to the other side. Reese liked to tell himself that it was nothing more than pure, animalistic attraction to the huntress.
As he slid his hand beneath her cropped t-shirt and allowed himself a lingering caress of her satin-smooth skin covering solid muscle, he shoved aside everything but the urge to possess her. He told himself to be careful with her, that she was but a fragile human that he could destroy with just one careless slip. He held her head in his big hand and crushed his lips onto hers, the hum of her moans against his lips making him throb with need. It had been long indeed since a woman had left him in such an irrational state of yearning.
Her short, dark hair was like black silk against his fingers, the black raspberry scent of it wafting to him and filling his nostrils. She murmured his name softly and he looked down into her eyes, so much lighter than his own. "Don't be so careful, Reese..." she said quietly, following it up with a suckerpunch to the jaw that had the vampire seeing stars for a moment.
Reese growled low in his throat, the sound raising the hairs on the back of her neck, but exciting her all the same as the hand at the back of her neck gripped a fistful of her hair. "That's more like it..." she said with a little grin.
"Masochist..." he practically purred, gripping a fistful of her shirt in the center of her chest and tugging forcefully enough to pull it off and apart all at once. Her body jerked with the force of it, but he heard her pulse pounding even harder like the sweetest music he'd ever heard. He shoved her away from him and she slid a ways on the hardwood floor, her elbows taking the brunt of the abuse. He pulled his own shirt up and off in a hurry and was back on her in seconds, his weight driving her hard against the unforgiving floor.