She reached for the laces of her leather bodice, but Damaris's hands covered hers, stilling them. "Kestrel," he said. "Let me do that." She let her hands fall away and rest lightly on his forearms. Her heart thudded, now from need. All traces of her fear had disappeared and taken disbelief along with it. His flesh warmed hers. His claws scraped over her skin and she shivered with delight. His voice rumbled against her ear, and his heart beat in time with hers. She didn't know how it was possible, but it was enough. She needed nothing more. His teeth closed over her skin again. She gasped and arched against him, feeling heat and desire twist within her. Her hands slid over the ripples of muscle in his chest, down his stomach and hips to circle his cock. He burned against her hand, and hH er body shifted to match the demands of his. She trailed her fingers along his erection and circled its head. He trembled against her. Kestrel pressed her lips against the hollow of his collarbone and whispered, "Do you like pain?" “I like—“ He inhaled sharply as she scraped her teeth over his nipple.
