"Yes," she hisses, feeling the heat of his breath, the softness of his lips and knowing the sharpness of his teeth is not far behind.

She knows it is a submissive thing, this little ritual they have, but it's already embedded in her psyche. The feel of his mouth just there stokes the fire in her belly. Already, he can smell the musk of her arousal rising.

She is not the submissive type but this? This she surrenders to, willingly. She will surrender to this wondrous man, and the expansive sensation he breathes into her, filling her chest and her head.