He was just as responsive as she would have dreamed and she nodded before releasing his skin. "Yes, God yes, Jonas." She kissed the mark on his skin, then lifted her eyes to his. "Too remind you of what is coming," she whispered. Her fingernail traced the outline of the bruise as she shivered.
Mercedes moved to her knees, fighting with her skirts as she kissed him again, tongue sliding eagerly over his and for just a few seconds, not caring who might happen to see.