Jack let his fingers slip away from her so she could do as she was told. He watched with black, hungry eyes as she so easily dispatched the boy. With a dark smirk, he kissed her. Pulling off his own shirt, Jack's hands trailed down her sides and lifted up her dress over her head. It wasn't covering much anyhow. With another quick kiss and her in, what she called underwear, Jack slipped past her.
Leaning over the dead boy, he shoved his hand into the chest cavity and pulled out the still heart. He held it out toward Rebekah. "Does Klaus have you all on manners now? Do you not play with your food?" A childish, yet deep laugh escaped him. Jack stood once more, pressing their bodies together with the heart between them and let the remaining blood within it ooze out, as it was crushed in his hand, over their bare skin.
Suddenly he pushed he back against the wall on the opposite side of the table. His hand on her neck, but not squeezing too hard, he ripped her panties off and without delicacy pressed two bloody fingers into her.