He watched her cautiously, waiting on the off chance that she might decide that it would be better to try her hand again at stealing his blood from him. She wouldn't be able to do that of course, but there was no telling if she knew that or not. The blood would work to make fantasies come true, but what was it that was in Raina's deepest heart he was not yet sure of. Or even if the blood was not starting to wear off, albeit slowly, of it's own accord. He really could not take a chance, for her sake though. The way that her voice sounded, the way everything that her body did told him that she was frayed like the ends of an ancient tapestry, that fragile sanity starting to show it's strain. It was not easy for many to become vampires... and often those who tried found themselves driven mad from the attempts at it. He would make sure that Raina was not one of them.
He could hear each piece of clothing as it hit the floor, the sound of each piece of fabrics whisper like sand paper as it hit the ground, tempting his own body as he remembered the night that the two of them shared together, the way that their bodies moved. It would be fairly easy to take what he wanted from her now... she would do anything for it... she would be the most eager lover that he had ever known in order to get his blood if he so demanded it of her, he knew that much. But it would also be so very wrong to treat her that way... to just treat her like some thing instead of like the lovely woman that she was, the lady that she deserved to be treated like.
Desmond raised a brow as he heard her taunting him, however, and winced a little at how eager it was that she sounded. He could feel his heart beat a little quicker at how she reacted to just his silloutte. The soft sound of her fingertips tracing the curtain not escaping him despite the river like roar of the water around her. Desmond gripped the shard of glass in his hand as he took a slow breath. He just needed to concentrate on what he was doing, and not loose focus of himself. If the beast took over it would be the end for Raina... he knew that much was certain. It would be okay, however, he would have the strength to do this, to do what must be done in order to protect her.
Slowly he pulled back the curtain, his one arm behind him as he looked at her. If his long thick manhood had not been rock solid before, the visage of her standing there wanting him made it so. She would see him walk up to her like a predator, swallowing a little as he looked at her body. Slowly his free hand reached up to touch her breast, feeling it for the first time really without being under the influence of his dark inner self. And yet at the same time he could feel it clawing at the back of his mind. He had to focus to do what must be done. Stepping into the water with her, he smiled a little, and swallowed, stroking her face gently as he stared into her eyes.
"I'm sorry Raina..." He said lightly, and then he closed his eyes. She would feel her wrists suddenly pulled by invisible hands that tugged her to stand up straight on her tip toes, his hand sliding down her stomach slightly before it reached to her knees, pulling her thighs apart as he looked at her, taking the shard of glass from his hand, and slowly he pressed it to her flesh, pressing in hard enough to slice slowly up across her thigh, severing the femoral artery neatly on one leg. Then in a quick motion he sliced the other artery on the other side. He dropped the glass outside of the bathtub as he quickly came up to try to wash the blood off of his hands.