Roarke had experienced the joy of Dawn's surrender first-hand but watching it again made his skin hot and bright, the shimmering of his deep blue aura playing over his skin like heat lightning as he let his own hunger and desire thread into the music of the pipes.<br/><br/><em>"Anything for you..."</em><br/><br/>He almost growled along with Cecily at that.  The thread of music peaked a moment, a hint of that desire for taking and claiming.  As Cecily sucked and nipped at Dawn's breasts and skin the music grew eager and more needful.<br/><br/><em>“More?”</em><br/><br/>Yes more... He thought and he drifted a step nearer as he watched that flimsy barrier of cotton be drawn down Dawn's thighs.