Even his flagging erection pulsed with blood and became gloriously full again. Witnessing the evidence of a power more tangible and elemental then she could imagine culminate into the perfect masculine form before her struck her dumb with wonderment. This was the Berserker. With a bestial snarl, he advanced upon her, hands clenched and chest heaving with deep, growling breaths. His teeth gleamed sharper, more predatory. Evelyn wondered if she was destined to become a blood sacrifice to his Gods. He ripped the covers from her, exposing her naked body. His eyes zeroed in on the blood, and he growled. It wasn’t the rumbling purr she’d heard before. This sound was filled with lethal menace. Deep and hungry. “Don’t be angry.” She kept her plea level and soft, swallowing a surge of dread as he stalked closer. “I – I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that… I’d never…” He paused, cocking his head to the side in a now familiar gesture. Bristling like a great cat, his nostrils flared and he examined her with his cold, black eyes like a curious specimen. Dear God. The thrill of her first orgasms still pulsing in her veins spiked even higher as she imagined all kinds of terrible ends for her in the clutches of this monster. Why did excitement tangle with her panic? She’d always feared death and avoided danger. Feared there was nothing after for her but bitter judgment and possible damnation for the things she’d done.
