"I would like that," he purred, as he began to see more of her bare skin.

Martin did feed off of the idea that there was a draw to him for the fact that he could kill the women he touched, but he didn't. Granted, it just wasn't his style to do it without a scalpel, but the concept still stood.

Kicking off his prison-issued shoes to rid himself of his own pants, he then moved to sit on the bed, arm reaching out to pull her to him. "Come 'ere, darling."