Mm. I suppose that's a good word for it.

[ his hand drifts as he speaks, fingertips brushing along her throat. possessive, maybe. definitely wanting. he wasn't kidding when he said his hunger was all-devouring. ]

Oh? I suppose you could have persuaded me, way back then. Shown me a good reason. I could have brought you home with me, turned you right. Given you a proper eternity.

[ his voice is low, barely a rumble, and he leans in to kiss her jaw. ]

You'd really be mine, then.