She tries to hold on to her pique, though it’s hard when he’s doing that. Unconsciously, she just bares her throat to him even more, arching up into him. “Mordred … if you keep doing that … “
“Doing what?” he questions, kissing the skin gently before biting into the flesh. “If I keep doing this?”
“Oh gods,” she moans. “Yes. I’m not responsible for my actions if you keep doing that.” Though at least he hasn’t yet found that one spot under her ear …