What M- sees in Blade's eyes eases an ache that both does and doesn't belong to her. How deep are injuries that chase a person from one life to the next? So lasting she doesn't even realize it was there until the tension eases. The hunter may only have this moment to give, but this moment is exactly what she needs. It lights up her eyes that catch the moonlight even when he should shadow them. Love may be a long and complicated thing, but the affection here is real and sweet in its simplicity.

"All right," she answers, savoring his smile and trusting his instincts.

The hint of the sharpness of his teeth, the warm and wet of his mouth have her moaning with gentle urgency long before her makes his way down between her legs. Her inherited body is responsive, and she is grateful that he is willing to explore it. Glad for the moments when she can reach and touch him until he pauses to catch her gaze. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment before coming out in a low moan.

At first she can hardly move or speak, then her body tenses and relaxes, soft murmurs of his name on her tongue to encourage him when the touch is just right. His earlier touch help him in the pursuit of her pleasure, making it something that she feels build like waves until she almost drowns in the pleasure in gasps and moans.