She arched into his hands as he cupped her breasts, the mounds tender and aching for him, nipples hard peaks of desire. The jerking thrusts made her whimper and squirm, taking him so deep into her wet body that she could only gasp. She did not know what he said yes to, she did not think of it, it was to everything and nothing. And he was moving faster. When his teeth found the curve of her slender neck and then bit down on her she jerked in his arms, withering and screaming for him, climaxing once more in a heady rush, his name her cry. "Roarke!"