Her eyes took in the feast of carnage and she smiled like a normal person would at a newborn. She put her hands on his back, but the touch was shockingly gentle. She felt she was a misunderstood sin. Everyone equated her with sex. But lust was so much more. It was intense desire for something. Comfort. Sex. Relief. Knowledge. Absolution. Power.
She ran her hands down the length of his back, going over the wounds to bring back pinpricks of pleasure and pain, the conflict that raged in him. "Now I understand why.." she said quietly as she dropped her hands and walked to her desk, done with him.