There was a moment or two of uncomfortable tension; body prepared to take some onslaught of pain that never came. His biting was far more tame this time around, and she was almost disappointed he didn't bite down harder. Almost.

He still had her moaning, the promise of lingering marks that wouldn't immediately raise red flags making heat roil in her core. She leaned her head back, raised a hand to tangle into his hair as she scooted closer and rolled her hips into him.