This time it was his bare wrist, and for a brief second he couldn't breathe for how badly he wanted her, for the thousand different ways he could fit into shadow and make her moan his name that clamped around his lungs and stole his air as he looked down at her...

This time, he was the one that stopped as soon as he spotted a tree away from the light. Pivoting on one foot, his arm slithered out of her grip, his hands caught her shoulders, and he backed her against the trunk with a grown so he could kiss her, hard and hungry and full of teeth.

He kissed her until he could breathe again once he lifted his head.

"Too late." he growled, resting his forehead against hers as he tried to get ahold of himself again. "Ember's Balls, you make me insane."