“Yes, yes, yes,” Robin said repeatedly. She arched into Tavek’s seeking fingers, spreading her thighs. She buried her nose where his shoulder met his neck. She breathed in his masculine scent and ran her tongue over his skin. She licked the pulsing point in his vein pulling the skin into her mouth as the need to suck overwhelmed her. Heat crawled up her spine as a robust taste of something dark, spicy and delicious bloomed on her tongue. It was tantalizing, like the best wine she’s ever had. Robin bit down on his skin.
I want, she growled deep in her mind, biting harder ready to draw blood.
Take, a voice smoothly answered her in her mind as Tavek moaned above her.
Robin froze as she realized that Tavek hadn’t spoken. The voice resounded in her mind coaxing her to bite Tavek.
No! Sh
