His hands shook as he reached for a towel to dry off. His head still ached, but not nearly as bad as it had just before he’d lost all control. And it wasn’t because of the passion that had flared so hot between him and Kenna. Right in the middle of making love to her, the headache had become intense and cutting. Tor swore he heard the sound of the demon laughing inside his head just as Tor seemed to lose control of his body. It was as if someone else had taken over. He’d felt like an observer, feeling everything that happened, but wasn’t in the driver’s seat. He’d fought it, but it had been futile. Even when he’d felt his eyeteeth drop and the urge to bite Kenna rose, he’d fought. Whoever, or whatever, had control of him had made him roughly act on the impulse that rode him. Once he’d bitten hard enough to break the skin, he’d regained the ability to control his actions. He’d pulled away from Kenna and watched with shock as the deep bite mark he’d given her healed within seconds, not leaving anything behind.
