The hiss brough a coil of satisfaction rising in her stomach, especially when his hand left her sex; he'd done what she'd told him to, even if it was only to grab her throat with a tightening grip, pressing on the thick vein and making her head go gradually lighter. Her mouth broadened, and very slowly she let up her grip, feeling the brief, hot spill of metallic blood over her lips before it was enough room for him to pull away from her angry smile.