"Or perhaps," he said, kissing his ways down her cheek and to her neck, "'twould be better did I show you."

His tongue followed the beating vein in her throat down to her shoulder where he nipped at the skin there. Then he followed the curve of her collarbone with a line of sucking kisses, murmuring words in Tsingani and D'Angeline, promises of just exactly he planned to do to her tonight.