Those dark eyes moving all over her body were making her crazy, but what was truly driving her insane was the fact that he wasn't moving towards her from that damned wall. She wanted his hands all over her body and the fact that they weren't, that they couldn't was driving her nuts.
He was looking at her like a starving man and the glowing in his eyes showed that in spades "Damn it, control yourself" he growled at himself and the fact that he was not able was playing havoc on her, the fact that she was reacting to his presence like this was shredding trough his control. He clamped his jaw tight willing all his instincts to shut down with an iron will...and it wasn't enough; he knew that if she would touch him now he will damn all and he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He would leave the room, but he couldn't, she needed his protection, his nearness to cover her aura otherwise they will find her and that was all that kept him there away from her body and away from the door. The fact that she was in danger was something he simply could not let go and it was making his blood boil inside his veins.
She closed on him, moving like a panther, with purpose: he was bespelled "Damn, It. I'm. Not. Made. Out. Of. Steel! Damn it, stay away from me woman, you don't want me...you can't..." his mind was berating himself to keep his distance, but by the Gods he couldn't. He started praying to long forgotten spirits to stop her because he knew that there was no escape.
She looked at him, truly looked at him and she found out that she wanted him. He looked almost scared and given the fact that he was a warrior of The Old that was almost absurd. He was wearing his daggers sheathed on his forearms with the blades aligned towards his elbows. She could see two huge round shrads* clipped on his back, the malefiss** twisted around his hips and the throwing knives clasped on his tights. She should be frightened, but she couldn't find that feeling inside her because she knew that he would rather die than hurt her or let anything touch her...so all she could do was prowl towards him with intention, wanting to touch him, to disarm him and somehow make him acknowledge that attraction that was shimmering between the two of them. Right now he wouldn't retreat, he couldn't run out of the room and that gave her courage "I won't let you escape this time, no...i would not, not this time, you're mine weather you choose to acknowledge it or not" she thought, but all she said was: "You're not running, I won't let you" that seemed to make him snap out of his thoughts and made him focus his attention on her eyes.
"I can't escape, not even if I wanted" he said in a growl as she touched his cheek. Suddenly she was rising her hands in his hair and drawing his head down, she brushed her nails on his scalp and then that was it: with an almost audible snap his control was gone...
* round dagger that can be used as a knife or as a throwing star
** long rope made of steel with small round blades clipped on its length
