He silently cursed himself as she bared her neck to his view, the unblemished skin, the expanse of flesh before him. Her lust was building again, and his instincts started to override the logical functions inside his mine. His mouth moved without thought, lips touching right behind her ear, pursed and kissing before opening to catch her skin between his teeth. He could taste her, the salty tint of sweat that glazed her body. He suckled at that piece of flesh, sucking against it as he bit her gently.<br/><br/>Her legs moving to his hips made it easier for him to move towards the basin she called her bath. It must have been an onus to dredge water through the house and up stairs to fill this, it was luxurious to what he last remembered. She must have been more than just a woman, even if she were not a conjurer. He took first one, and then a second step towards the bathtub near them. He knelt, trying to find some way to move her to the tub so that he might cool her body. That was a mistake.<br/><br/>As he knelt, his body, once trapped, was free again and the head of his still erect cock slid across her lips. The tip of his glans brushed against her clit before dragging across the length of her opening. He shuddered at the sensation, a motion that shook him within her embrace. He lost control for a moment and lowered his head and mouth to the nape of her neck even as his hand came up. He reached behind her, and pulled her hair away even as he pushed her head forward and he bit down.<br/><br/>He bit that skin where the shoulder and neck join, almost but not quiet on her back. It was a dominance bite, when done from behind the victim would have no way to move, nowhere to run from the clenching jaw that gripped them. He bit in, teeth pushing into her skin, into the muscle beneath. Not breaking the skin, but marking her with indentation. He sucked against the flesh trapped in his mouth and moaned against her as he rested between her legs.<br/><br/>There he knelt, locked into her embrace. Tacky skin from their earlier release causing them to stick to one another, salty skin gaining a new sheen of sweat as his body began to heat more. He fought to remember, he had to cool her, he had to stop her, he had to take her, pin her to the floor, expose her sex to his lust and fill her until she cried his name.  His mouth twisted, trying to make itself release her skin as a second moan escaped his open mouth to caress the skin under it.<br/>