She felt his teeth sink in, and it drew a very favorable moan from her. But still it wasn't quite enough. And she knew why. Breaking skin on her actual throat wasn't conducive to anything fun for anyone. So with her hands free, she took direct control. She took him by the hair and moved him where she wanted him; the curve where her neck and shoulder met. It was a safe place for this, and plus it would feel ten times better.

She pressed him to the spot firmly, and whispered demandingly. "Do it."