Her nerves exploded with a vengeance at his words. She could feel a cold sweat beginning to start and struggled to calm down. Why am I freaking out now? she asked herself in a panic. It's not like I didn't know this was coming. I even agreed to it, for God's sake!

She heard the sound of the door closing and locking behind her. Then Jack's cold hands were at her shoulders, turning her to face him. His blue eyes were calm and steady. "Nisha," he began, his voice reflecting his gaze. "Just take a few deep breaths and calm down, okay? I'm not a beast. I won't just suddenly jump you."

She swallowed, wanting to disagree with him. Though he was usually calm and even happy-go-lucky...There were times when he definitely seemed to drop the pretense of humanity he held. And with what was about to happen, she expected him to completely let his humanity go. The thought of it scared her. Her breath quickened, coming out in small, shallow pants.

He brushed aside the veil, cupping her face in his hands. "Nisha," he breathed out in a soft voice. "Love, calm down." He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "You don't think I'm nervous and scared right now?" he asked in a shaky voice. "Love, I'm terrified. I'm terrified of so many different things."

He sucked in a harsh breath before beginning to list the things he was scared of. "I'm going to have to hurt you, at least a little, this first time. That both scares and hurts me. I'm worried that perhaps my confidence is misplaced and it turns out I'm a horrible lover. That scares me a little too. I'm worried that perhaps I might accidentally fall asleep wrong and wake to find you frozen to death in the morning. That terrifies me. I'm afraid I might go a little crazy tonight. I've been wanting this for so long...And I only have one sure chance at it. What if I loose control of myself and let go more than I should?" His voice fell to a pained, low whisper. "If I do...will you flinch away from my touch? Will you be terrified of me for the rest of our lives together? And if you are, how can I live with myself?"

His words, his honesty, made her grow still. He was pouring his heart out to her and Nisha was able to recognize it for what it was. Inhaling slowly, she tried to smile, cupping his cheek with her left hand. The ring flashed in the light of the room, and she could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against her cheek. He stared into her eyes silently, waiting.

After a full minute, she felt brave enough to steady herself and do this. She nodded, licking her lips. "A-alright, Jack. I'm better now. I'm a little calmer now. T-thank you."

Flashing a brief smile, he pulled her face closer to kiss her. His breath and lips were chilly and she shivered in reaction. He sighed heavily, breaking away. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I was a little too worried to let my lust fill me. But now that we've both calmed down, I'll let myself warm up. Just give me a few minutes. In fact..." He glanced back down into her face. "I think it would be beneficial for the both of us if I help you out of this dress."

She blushed but merely turned so that he could reach the zipper in the back. She expected him to reach for her zipper, but he reached out for her neck first. His fingers found the latch of her snowflake necklace and quickly removed it. "I respect your father and his memory. But I don't want him to have anything to do with us this night. Tonight, you belong only to me. I'm the only man in your life." She heard him move away for half a second, to the left. He was quickly back and she could feel his sheer presence as it radiated from behind her.

His fingertips ran up her spine, the cold making her shiver harder. His fingers lifted up the zipper before slowly pulling it down. Half a second later, she let out a sharp gasp. His lips, which were slightly warmer than before, were following the path of the zipper. Underneath she had a chemise and a bra, but her nerve endings were so alive she could feel his breath through the layers. The zipper and his lips stopped midway down her back and she felt his breath against her spine as he sighed. "You stole my breath today. You stole my heart all over again. You made it stop in my chest, made me think I might have died for two seconds."

His fingers gently pushed aside the loosened material of her dress. As they did, he lightly brushed his lips over the newly revealed skin of her shoulders. In the pit of her stomach, Nisha felt a new sensation beginning to form. It was warm, making her heart pound a little harder. In response, she felt the soul-stone against her dress grow warmer as well, heating her skin. Jack sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out in a groan as his hands suddenly gripped her hips. His tongue, lips, and teeth found the back of her neck.

She felt a shock of electricity shoot down her spine, more intense than when they had kissed earlier. Her breath came out in a tiny pant in response and her knees very nearly went out beneath her. Her head fell back on her neck, her body relaxing back against his. His lips moved to the side of her throat, along her shoulder. He nicked his teeth, sucking on the skin. In the back of her mind, she somehow knew that she would have a hickey there.

"That's revenge, for before," he explain in a thick voice, as if he had read her mind. "Gods, Nisha, the taste of you is intoxicating and I've barely even sampled anything. Your skin...it begs to be kissed, to be licked, to be bit. It's like it's calling out to me..." His lips traveled up to her ear, sucking at her earlobe, running his tongue along the very edge of her ear. "You keep calling my name, love...Keep drawling me in...You've only given me this one chance. But I plan to make good use of this chance. I'm going to touch you, kiss you, claim you completely. Every single inch of skin, every single crevice, every line of your body...I want to have it all, Nisha. I want every cry, every moan, every pant, every scream. I need it, Nisha. I need you to breath, to make my heart beat, to live."

Her knees gave out as just his words sent a shot of pleasure shooting down her spine. He caught her against his body, chuckling into her ear. "I can see you are just as excited as I am, even if you're quiet about it." He lowered his head, his tongue making a trail back along her throat. "You don't need to be quiet though. I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name, beg me to keep touching you. I told you, I don't want you to hide a thing from me. I want all of you..." his voice suddenly intensified at his last sentence.

Her breath came out in a loud whoosh. Oh God, she thought. How can just his words make me feel so...

She blinked to find that Jack had removed her dress completely. He had even lifted her up and out of it, a few feet away from where it was pooled on the floor. She blinked again and she was sitting down on the edge of the bed. She stared up at him with wide eyes. His body had changed, into his true form, though it was somehow more imposing than the last time she had seen it.

His glowing blue eyes, with the white, cat-like pupils watched her intently. Every small movement of her body, every breath she took, every blink of her eyes. He saw it all. His eyesight had risen to the point that he could even see the sweat of her body. His gaze was caught and held by a line of sweat that fell from her collarbone, down the line of her body, into the valley of her breasts. But he couldn't follow it anymore, as she was still half-dressed.

She glanced down herself, seeing that she was still in her chemise, bra, stockings, and garter belt. When she looked back up, Jack had moved once more. Her wedding dress was now draped over the back of an armchair on the far left of the room, next to a large bookcase filled with books from their once separate bedrooms. Her veil was also mysteriously missing from her head and draped over her dress.

Jack was now out of his tuxedo, with only his black boxers on. She sucked in a breath. His entire body was covered with those strange white, frost-like tattoos. Before, in the classroom, it had only been the left side of his face. After a second she realized that the speed with which he could move must have increased as well. That was the only explanation she could think up for how both of their clothes were mysteriously disappearing in seconds.

She was amazed that the whole room hadn't gone artic, like before, when she came the closest to dying yet. Clearing her throat, she decided to ask about that. "W-why isn't the room frozen?" she questioned in a small voice.

He took two steps closer, which somehow became ten and he was suddenly kneeling before her. She blinked again, trying to keep up with his inhuman speed. His hands reached out and took hold of hers, which had been resting in her lap. He placed them against his bare chest, over his heart. Her lips parted at the feel of him. His body temperature had risen so much now that it was actually a little hotter than hers. "It is because," he said in that deadly cold voice. Though...it wasn't exactly cold now. It was thick, filled with lust and emotions that she couldn't quite understand. "I burn with the want of you. My need for you is boiling the blood in my body. It's so great, in fact, that even in my true form, where my cold and powers are at their strongest...Even then, I burn..."

She stared into his eyes. Since he was kneeling in front of her, they were at eye-level with one another. She swallowed, licking her lips. She was still insanely nervous. But, something about how Jack was now...She knew she should be scared of him, since there was something about his appearance that sent an instinctive reaction of fear shooting down her spine. Even so, the heat of his gaze, the feel of his lips on her skin, the sound of his voice...All of it worked together so that her own response to him quickly drowned out the fear that his true form made her feel.

She felt her mind settle, felt her nerves begin to die away. She wasn't sure what exactly was going on or what she was feeling right now. All she knew was that this felt right. She was meant to do this, to be with this man. Even if it was only for one night, she would give herself completely. She would both give and take. She would take everything he was offering her, because she wasn't sure if she would be strong or brave enough to do so ever again. So, right here and now, while the strange feeling of rightness about this gave her courage, she would be with Jack.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his. Jack didn't even pause in shifting, his hands releasing hers to hold the back of her head. Nisha's hands clenched into fists against his chest, sinking into the light amount of chest hair he had. She tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss as she mingled her tongue with his, further in his mouth. He groaned, the sound filling her mouth as she swallowed it, kissing him even more as a reward for his response to her.

He pushed forward, his hands moving to either side of her on the bed. Her body was forced back slightly, but she moved her arms around the back of his neck. Hanging on to him tightly, she pulled back slightly to suck on his bottom lip, before kissing him even more. He growled in the back of his throat. The sound vibrated through her, make a rush of heat flash down her spine. She moaned in response. His fingers tightened, bunching up the material of the sheets.

They broke apart so she could breathe. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to suck air back into her lungs. She fell back against the bed, the soft sheets seeming to wrap around her body. His lips trailed over her jaw, down her neck, lower still until he reached her chemise. With only half a second's pause, he ripped apart the offending piece of material. She was a little startled to realize he ripped through her strapless bra as well, but said nothing against it. Her belly was filling with heat, making the center of her become wet in anticipation of his touch.

He pushed the two articles of clothing aside as they fell from her body. Grabbing hold of them, he lifted her up slightly, freed the torn material, and then carelessly threw both across the room. Done with that, he focused his attention back to her chest. Now that the chemise and bra wasn't in his way, he could take in her breasts.

His breath came out in a sharp gasp as he did. His hands shook slightly as he ran his fingertips along the sides of her breasts. "Perfection..." he breathed as he lowered his lips to them. Her back arched up, pressing against him, her head tossing to the right restlessly. Heat, more intense than before filled her body as his lips took in her right nipple. He moaned in contentment in the back of his throat, almost like a cat. And like a cat, he began licking at the hard, sensitive nub. His left hand moved to cup and play with her left breast. Two fingers rubbed at the underside of her breast, while his thumb held the side and the last two rolled her nipple in between them. Her breath came out in a half cry, half scream. Her legs twisted beneath him, her whole body shaking.

He let out a throaty, dark chuckle, making her cry out again. His laugh forced hot air onto her nipple, as well as the vibrations from the sound which wrecked havoc with her nerve endings. He pulled back slightly, just enough to lift his eyes to her face. He reached up with his right hand, his left still playing with her, forcing her head to look at him. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated in pleasure, the grey darker than normal. His lips pulled up into a slow, sensual smile, his glowing blue eyes darkening as well in lust. "Hjarta mítt, don't hold back. If I make you scream, do so. I want to hear everything, remember?"

She swallowed, trying to remember what a voice and words were. "I...I want you to k-keep...keep t-touching me...Jack," she whispered.

His eyes filled with even more heat. "You're wish is my command, hjarta mítt. This is one wish that nothing can stop me from fulfilling. I want...need to touch you more." Without another word, he lowered his mouth to her breasts once more, though this time he switched his attentions. He took her left breast into his mouth and held her right in his fingers, as he had before. He ran his tongue along the outer edge of her nipple. Teasing her, taunting her, he would let his tongue get within distance of taking her nipple into his mouth. Then he would pull away, following the curve of her breast, running his fingers lightly over her other nipple, but not quite touching fully.

She writhed beneath him, panting, whimpering, struggling to force her breasts fully into his mouth, beneath his fingers. But he was careful, moving just out of her reach as she did. He chuckled, the sound running along her skin as she whimpered again. "Problems, love?" he asked innocently.

Growling in frustration and need, she reached down and forcibly moved his hand over her breast. "Touch me!" she demanded. "Kiss me! Taste me, damn you, Jack!"

His breathed caught in his throat and his lips pulled back to reveal a smile filled with predatory intent. "Oh...I will, love. I will..." Gone was his teasing. Now he was filled with a crazed need to do all she had said. He wanted...he needed to make her orgasm. He needed to hear her cries, feel the shivers of her body, taste the sweat of her skin. His attentions to her breasts grew focused.

She cried out, her head tossing back and forth on the bed, her back arching, her hips rising. Her moans and cries quickly grew louder, more frenzied. And when she finally let out a scream of pleasure, her mind exploded. Her entire body locked up for half a second, before collapsing limply back against the sheets. In response, he let out a loud shout, feeling his body release all the tension that had been building up for so long. He cursed mentally, feeling the wet stain of his release against his skin, still covered by his boxers. Growling in annoyance, he lifted up from her body, jerking his boxers off.

When he straightened, he let out a strangled cry, staring down at her. Her lips were shaking, her pupils large and wide, the grey of her eyes smoky with lust. Her still curly hair half fanned out around her head, half fell over her shoulders and arms. Her upper half was bare, her skin flushed, her nipples rosy and glistening slightly from the moisture of his mouth just seconds ago. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shaky breaths. With his heightened senses, he could hear the swift pounding of her heart, filling his ears with the uneven melody. Just above the valley between her breasts, the soul-stone rest. It was so dark that it was very nearly black now, instead of its normal light-blue. The glow coming off it was a faint blue, which flashed and dimmed in time with the fast, frantic beat of his own heart.

He was held still by the intense flash of heat that shot down his spine at the sight of her. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare down at her body, take in every single detail. He watched each rise and fall of her chest, each slight movement of her breasts like he was a starving man and she was his favorite food.

Nisha felt her mind slowly coming back from the heights it had flown to. She blinked, her gaze focusing a little more, though she still felt like she was seeing stars. She found Jack was completely naked, half standing, half leaning over her. His eyes were midnight blue, even his cat-like pupils. The white tattoos on his body almost looked as if they had darkened a little as well, becoming more evident. His gaze was wide, focused with an intensity that didn't seem human anymore. She sucked on her bottom lip and his left eye twitched, his gaze clashing with hers. Her breath came out in a low rush and his pupils grew slightly larger, taking in the movement of her chest and lips at the same time.

She thought back to what he had said, how he was afraid he'd loose his humanity. And now she could see that he apparently had, if only slightly. There was almost no recognition in his gaze any longer. All she saw was an all-consuming hunger and need.

"J-Jack?" she murmured. His eyes swiftly moved to her lips. Gulping in sudden nerves, she forced herself to calm down. Jack won't hurt me, she reminded herself firmly. He's just...he's just very intense right now. That's all, she reassured herself. Slowly, cautiously, she pushed up into a sitting position. Jack stayed absolutely still, making small, animalistic sounds as her skin brushed against his, since he was still sort of leaning over her. Her movements a little awkward, she reached down to begin removing her leggings, garter belt, and panties. Her hands shook as she did. But she was determined, needy, and too far into this to back out now.

He didn't move an inch, neither to help or hinder her. He did lean his head down slightly closer to her though, his tongue running along the side of her arm. She jumped at the sensation, which was both wet and hot, glancing into his face. She thought she saw just the tiniest of smiles flash over his face. But if she did, the smile didn't last long, as his face was back to that intense, focused expression of before.

Once she was undressed, she balled up all the clothes and threw them across the room, like he had before. Then she reached out, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and leaned her head forward. Her tongue flicker over his nipple, her fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. His whole body jerked and then shuddered in reaction to her touch. And as it did, he felt some of his mind returning to him a little more. Nisha applied more pressure to his shoulders, shifting and forcing his body to move. In just a few seconds, she had him on his back, blinking in surprise. Her lips pulled into a smile at the shock that filled his face. "My turn," she chuckled lightly.

His gaze sharpened, taking in her body which was straddling his stomach. "N-Nisha, what are y-y-" His voice stopped, his body locking up. All he could think was a shaky, nervously amused Oh, she's a fast learner, my wife...

Using his own techniques against him, she laughed against his chest. "Now do you see how insane you drove me before?" she asked silkily.

He couldn't find the words to say yes. Instead, all he could do was grip her hips, moaning. He could feel the wet heat of her against his belly. It made his stomach muscles cramp as he felt the need to be inside that hot, tight, wet part of her began to flood through him. His hips arched off the bed, his knees rising, pressing his hard erection against the small of her back. She moaned in response to the throbbing of his member against her skin. Her tongue ran along his left nipple, her other hand lowering to his belly, against the part of her body he most wanted to be inside in that moment.

While she sucked, licked, and played with his nipple, her other hand moved back and forth from playing with his other nipple and running along his chest, through his hair. The path of her fingers followed the winding, random path of his tattoos. Unable to stop himself anymore, he moved his right hand from her hip and moved it over his stomach, lower still. When his searching fingers found the sensitive nub of her clit, she cried out in surprised pleasure. Her body arched forward, her breasts pressing against his abs. He raised his knees and hips higher, pressing his erection further into her back. He let out a throaty chuckle that quickly turned into groaning as she ground her clit against his hand, seeking another release from the sensitive nerve endings of that part of her body.

Panting, needing to feel and hear her orgasm, he gave it to her. As she cried out his name, collapsing on top of his chest, he barely stopped himself from coming again. His head began to pound as he forced himself to hold back. But he felt the rush of wet heat against his hand and it made his mind buzz. Struggling to remember how to breathe, he glanced down at the top of her head as she shuddered against his chest, her whole body shaking in reaction to her release.

She's a virgin...right? he asked himself, feeling a little uncertain. He had been expecting the typical, normal, blushing bride. Instead he found a determined vixen that had not only found her own sexual desires, but wanted to drive him mad with his.

He pulled in another shuddering breath into his chest. Nisha's voice was both firm and pleading at the same time. "Jack...I don't know why...But I'm filled with this need to have you inside me. I-is that normal? Is it normal for me to feel I'll only be whole with you inside me?" Her head lifted up from his chest and she stared directly into his eyes, her gaze serious and uncertain, as well as heated. She licked her lips, lowering her head to kiss his chest. He could feel the heat of the soul-stone as it ran over his chest as well, making him shudder again at the bizarre sensation of his own body touching the soul-stone.

She licked and nibbled at his chest, moaning softly. Her hips lifted up from his stomach and she shifted. Her legs and ass moved back, her hips arching slightly, until she was pressing herself against his hard length. His body froze, his eyes going wide, as he stared into her face. She watched him through a heavy-lidded gaze. She moaned at the feel of his erection against her wet opening. She shifted again, raising her hips slightly higher. Then she ran her clit along the head of his penis. Her head fell forward and she moaned even louder as his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head.

"Hot hell, hjarta mítt," he gasped. "H-how are you...so fucking sexy right now?"

She rubbed against him again, more insistent. "S-stop asking q-questions and get inside me, Jack," she commanded in a breathy voice.

He needed no more probing. Reaching down, he lowered his hips, taking her with him. He paused only long enough to pull her down to kiss her. "Nisha, focus on the taste of me. Stay wet and relaxed, okay?" She nodded distractedly as he took possession of her mouth again. And in the same moment, he slid inside her.

He very nearly came at just the feel of her tight heat around him. His breath came out in a panting exhale that she swallowed as she moved her tongue deeper into his mouth. A small cry of her own escaped her at the pain of him pushing past her maidenhead. That made him freeze, his body coming to a complete stop. The bed shook beneath him with the force of how badly he had to hold himself back. Instead he continued to kiss her. His tongue played with hers, imitating how he wanted to move and thrust inside her.

Slowly, her body relaxed against him. He felt her inner muscles pulled at his penis and it nearly made him come again. She was so tight, her body stretching out only slightly to welcome him in. This only forced him to feel more of her heat, more of her slick passage. Each time her muscles clenched and pulled around him, his member twitched in response. He bit down hard on his lip, barely stopping himself from breaking the skin. Finally, he found his voice. "N-Nisha...I c-can't..."

She shifted around him, dragging a pained groan from his lips. Her lips brushed along his as she pulled away from his kiss. She kissed the tip of his nose, a small smile on her face. Her eyes were both dark with lust and clear of any regrets. "Jack, don't hold back. You wanted all of me, remember?" He blinked, staring into her face. "I'm giving you everything, Jack, for this one night. You're my husband. I'm giving you all of my body, since my heart is still my own."

Against her breasts, the soul-stone hummed more vibrantly as he felt his heart both rise and fall at her words. His head fell back against the bed as he reached up a hand to tuck the hair that had fallen forward over his face as she hovered above him behind her left ear. His lips lifted into a bitter-sweet smile. "I'll take everything you're offering, love."

She nodded, moving her hips a little, making him close his eyes in brief pleasure. "Exactly. And I'm going to take everything you're offering as well." When his eyes shot open, startled, she smiled. "This relationship goes both ways, doesn't it? I don't...I don't know if I'll be brave enough to be with you again like this. But at the same time...I want to experience everything. I want to know how it feels to touch you, to taste you, to have you inside me. I want to know what you sound like when you're so lost in pleasure that you don't even know your own name anymore."

His gaze began to heat, as did his blood, at her words. His body temperature rose even more and he could feel her body beginning to sweat in reaction to his heat. He was amazed. Even before, in the many times he had been reborn over the ages, he couldn't ever remember growing this hot before. He was nearly on the level of some lower fire-based Other. But this human...this woman drove his emotions and abilities to new heights. It both terrified and entranced him.

She leaned down until her lips rest lightly over his. As she spoke, her voice thick, he felt the movement of her lips in a half-kiss against his. "Take me, Jack. Make me yours. Fill me up. Bring me to a place I've never been before and can never return to without you there, by my side."

That was it.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

Her words were the undoing of his willpower.

"Yes, Nisha. Gladly. Only I can bring you here. Only I can make you feel these sensations. And only you make my heart sing. I love you," he cried out. Each word was a thrust inside her. Each syllable was the grip of her hips, the cry of her pleasure. Each breath was his groan of surrender.

He didn't know who was the conqueror and who was the conquered. All he knew was the sensation of love and lust that mingled in his body, mind, heart, and soul. He made one last, powerful, full thrust into her as her hips came down to meet him. She screamed his name, falling forward onto his chest, panting, shaking. And as her inner muscles squeezed him so tight that it almost hurt, he thrust against her womb, the deepest part of her, and let go. "Nisha!" he shouted, his body falling limply against the bed. His arms wrapped around her, cradling her to his chest, all the energy he had left.

Some time later, though Nisha wasn't sure how long, the feeling began to return to her body. Her mind slowly came back down, though she felt a funny mixture of tired and satisfied. But a hard sensation inside her made her pause, lifting her head up off of Jack's chest a little. His arms were still around her, but she had the surreal experience of seeing a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. He had apparently reverted back from his true form while she had been falling back down from her earlier orgasm. "Jack?" she asked a little uncertainly, her voice harsh from her screaming before.

He turned his bright blue eyes to her face. "I...I'm sorry to say this...But I want more, Nisha," he confessed softly. "I'm not nearly satisfied. The problem is..." He sighed heavily, glancing away. "I'll hurt you if we keep this up."

She stared into his face, taking in his torn expression. He was embarrassed to have to admit it. He was also desperately craving this. Lastly, he was truly worried about how badly he would hurt her if he let himself continue. Despite that worry though, she could feel his penis slowly hardening and lengthening inside her. Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she sighed. "Jack, I said one night earlier."

He blinked, turning his head to look at her again. "I just thought you meant it as another way of saying one time," he admitted.

She shook her head, drawling in a steadying breath. Then, laughing, she smiled at him, her eyes filled with a sensual light. "After making me feel like this...Do you think I'll really just let you stop once? Do you think I can really be satisfied with just this small taste of you?"

He gulped, slowly shaking his head. "Apparently not. It was stupid of me to think so, love. I...I never realized how...demanding you are, though..."

She grinned wickedly, sliding down onto him, forcing him deeper inside her. "Oh, you'll learn, Jack. You'll learn..."

His eyes darkened. "Fuck. Yes. I. Will," he groaned, thrusting slowly into her with each word.

She laughed merrily. Her hips slid over him a little faster, a little harder. "Driver, I have to request we turn around and return to where we were before."

He chuckled himself, reaching up to pull her down for a long, smoldering kiss. "Aren't you glad I live to serve?" he murmured against her lips, sucking lightly on her tongue.

She pulled at his bottom lip, nibbling on it. "Can you keep driving straight if I'm touching you like this?" she asked teasingly. Her nails ran over his chest, not enough to break skin, but enough to make him shiver in reaction. She rose up higher, until only his head was inside her. Then, grinning wickedly, she came down on him in one fell swoop, dragging a groan from him.

His voice shook with a mixture of lust and laughter. "Love, I'm a very good driver. I pride m-myself in my skills..." He sucked in a sharp breath as she nibbled along his neck. "E-even so...I think I'm due for a serious test..."

"Good thing I'm a mole in disguise then," she giggled.

His arms wrapped around her back, running up and down her spine. "The sexiest damn mole I've ever come across," he muttered. "N-no more talking..." he grumbled. "I have better ideas for your mouth to be doing," he chuckled as he pulled her down to kiss her senseless.