<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">As they danced and Roarke’s body pressed closer, Shar felt the stirring between his legs and she raised a slender brow with a slight smirk. She had no idea she could cause such affects so quickly and her lips pressed close to his ear. The warm breath flowed freely against his lobe, a slight flicker of her tongue allowed a taste of his salty skin and she almost groaned at that. She wanted to bite, she wanted to feel his flesh between her lips, her teeth. It was more of an instinctual desire than anything, but she so did love that feeling, that taste. Maybe it was her heritage talking or just the intense desire to feel the pain of another through the rush of their blood and tense muscles. <br/><em><br/><strong>“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”</strong></em><br/><br/>Without another word she brushed her lips along his, her fingers slid up along his shoulders and around his neck. The brush of each slender digit found its way up  into his hair almost roughly. She tugged at his hair and kissed him a little more forcefully. It didn’t matter at that moment who saw or where they were. Shar felt a deep desire spreading through her body and wasn’t shy about letting him feel the affects of it either. Her lips parted in a heated gasp and she pulled him toward a wall to the side, roughly pushing and pulling at his clothing along the way.</span><br/>