His breath catches and falls out again in the slightest hiss at the touch of nails, pleasure in a gasp of air. The touch of sharp and pain in just enough of an intensity to make him feel it, the promise of more.

But rather than close the kiss the tip of his tongue snakes out, sliding across her lips. He tastes her, and remains where he is, the kiss un-finished between them. His eyes, half-closed, still burn under long lashes.