She moaned, long and low, wanting to arch, to thrash, to scream. Instead she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, tasting salt.<br />Tasting want.<br />Then she gasped. "Please."<br />"What do you want?" he whispered in her ear, an incubus, dark and alive and in her. "Tell me. What do you need?"<br />"I..." Her mouth opened, wordless.<br />"Tell me," his smoky voice curled around her.<br />"You."<br />He chuckled, dark and low.