For a heartbeat, two, while he moulded their bodies together, the world screeched to a halt just as it had when they'd danced. Awareness of her exhaustion and loneliness and how good it felt to be held pressed in--and then her hips rolled and the stillness shattered back into streaks of fire and magic.

Her fingers closed in his hair, tugged his head to the side so her lips and teeth had access to his neck. Yes, she had seen the bite on his shoulder the other afternoon, and if her teeth weren't as sharp as Yasmeen's, she nevertheless had no qualms about sinking them into his skin.