The Hunger drank in her screams, her keening, shuddering pleasure, like the finest wine, savoring it. He laughed with obvious pleasure, the sound dark and sweet with a hidden edge, and took Alice's lips again, every touch, every scrap of teeth against skin, sending an echo of pleasure shuddering through her.

Thomas stopped at the edge of the bed and laid Alice down upon it, untangling her legs from around his waist, and shrugged out of the remnants of his shirt. His eyes were dark as he looked at her, bare-limbed and gasping against the sheets, and it was the look of the stalking tiger, the circling, starving wolf. He bent down and caught the edge of her underwear in his teeth, dragging it off her with deliberate slowness, allowing his tongue to trace its path. Her bra joined it quickly in the same fashion, and Thomas' smile, which had been predatory before, was now all wolfish hunger and white teeth.

One denim clad knee slid between Alice's legs as he kissed her, parting lips and tongue delving deep, sweeping through her mouth, tasting deeply of Alice. The Hunger sang encouragement, a chorus that whispered against her skin.

More, more, more. Give me more and I will give you everything you desire.