He dipped his head until his mouth found the crook of her neck, the smooth unblemished skin she'd exposed earlier. This time when his teeth closed on it there was pressure, a mark that would stay until her body resolved it.

Fingers traced up the centre of her body, trailing up her throat until they pressed her jaw, turning her head. His mouth closed on hers, possessive and protective, hungry and happy as his tongue lazily explored and tasted as if feeding on the energy and heat between them.