It was her turn. She kissed his chest, giving back what he had done to her. She ran her tongue and teeth over his nipples, trying to drive him crazy. As she swirled her tongue over it, she bit gently and tugged on it. Cage threw his head back and moaned.
'Mine,' she found herself thinking. It took her back. She was not a cavewoman; where had the thought come from?
She released him and smiled, knowing that she had done it now. "Do you want more?" She dared him to tell her differently with her eyes.
"I will die if you stop," he admitted with a growl. Before she could react, he had pounced on her and held her down on the bed, kissing her feverishly.
She kissed him back with equal vigor until he pulled away and whispered, "I understand." What he understood evaded her for a moment 'Oh,' she thought. She smiled victoriously.
