The need that cut through him when she used his summoning stole his breath, pulled a moan from deep in his chest as he pressed his face against the curve of her neck for a moment while she pushed up and into the curve of his body. That need, that bone deep craving that flashed through him lingered even when the magic faded, kindling a matching need in him that belonged to Neil alone. It left echoes of that first rough, primal coupling where he'd lost control and begged for more, that same need to claim and conquer--but less animal, more a deliberate thing, a desire to take her one sweet inch at a time until she could feel him soul-deep.

So he took both as he began to move, taking advantage of the position for just that: slow and deep, reaching up to pull her hair to one side so he could rain hot, openmouthed kisses across her shoulders and over the nape of her neck with bites peppered in between--light, teasing rakes of teeth focused mostly on her nape. The marks he wanted to leave on her this morning weren't the kind he wanted on display. He wanted bruises on her hips shaped like his fingers, little winces and smiles later when she'd move and feel the quiet, sensuous muscle aches that came from being well fucked, and the memories those tiny pains would bring.

He wanted that mating she ached for, wanted to savor it--wanted to see it in her eyes and her bearing for far longer than any of the bites and bruises he usually loved to leave would ever last.