The sound she makes is sweeter than the last, warmer, nothing like a musical note but far more fascinating. Her skin is flushed now, her arousal fueling his own.

She knows what he's doing and she likes it. She likes that she'll have a reminder.

His hand slides further up her thigh. For a second his teeth press lightly into the soft skin of her throat, and then the pressure eases and he kisses the mark he's just left, blindly, his nose grazing her cheek.