She takes control, nuzzling along his jaw, pressing her sharp teeth to the side of his neck, waking up his skin. Her hand still moves, keeping his attention as she works her way down. Tasting the sweat in the hollow of his throat, nibbling and sucking along his collarbone, nipping and then flickering her tongue over his nipple.

Her body settles above him, her light frame resting on one hand. She closes her eyes and focuses on him, writing all the things she can't say, all the things he won't hear, in fire on his skin.