She cried out when he smalled into her. She didn't mind his being rough with her, far from it. This seemed like the kind of item to push and shove, bite and pull and just let it all go. If they didn't walk out of there later whenever without a good set of marks, she'd be disappointed. Well, Wylie should have his marks, anyway, hers would heal too quickly to last.

She pushed back, and kept her eyes on the demon in front of her. It was such a gorgeous sight.