The reckoning of a Queen

Her defiance prominently brought out his anger, and then… something else. A part of him crowed as she refused to bow. Still. “I am nobody's Vessel.” he snarled, and the scent of salty tears caught his attention. And then the still way she lay there, exposing her neck to him, as through tantalising him for a taste. A shiver ran up his spine, and the blacks of his eyes deepend with desire.

Who was this wrench that she could bring out such a chorus from his emotions?
Zee.
Zee.

Her teeth remained open in a snarl, and he staggered forward, falling to his knees beside her. A part of him driven, desperate, for a taste of her skin. He let his elongated fangs graze gently across her exposed skin. Running them along the length of the scar. Flashes of memory overtook him, as he remembered another den, another night. Of waking to her blood, and thinking her dead. He trembled, the emotion stronger than the memory. “Shit.” He whispered, knowing he was a goner. He loved this idiot stranger. He staggered back to his feet, and away from her, more memories assaulting him. Of more times that he had hurt her, physically, emotionally, or otherwise. “Shit.” he swore again. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt and regret tasted foul on his tongue.