<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a startled cry when her clothes all but burst like a bubble, Bits no longer than an inch raining down everywhere. His things in her neck holding her in place and keeping her from moving as his lips created a Tight Seal around the wound. Just as she started to feel a little light-headed he pulled back, reassuring her that he hadn't lost complete control. Already breathing a little heavily, she looked at him with burning desire in her eyes, saying nothing as she shifted her hips in his grip, a thin trickle of blood running down her neck.</span>