"Another ability?" Aira asked him, trying to turn around to look at him, but he didn't let her. His grip only tightened, holding her close, keeping her firmly within the cage of his arms as if letting her slip away was not an option.
He held her tight as he continued to trail slow, deliberate kisses down the slope of her shoulder, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the coolness of the dimly lit chamber. His hands did not still. They slid across her body with a possessive certainty, moving over her waist, her stomach, higher still, brushing across the swell of her breasts as though every inch of her belonged to him and he intended to remind her of it.
