Although he wasn't looking at her face, Morgan's smile was slow and dangerous. She swayed against him, enjoying the feel of that firm body.
"That tends to be exactly the sort of thing men say," Morgan purred into his ear, "right before they regret ever meeting me." Her hands slid up around his neck, draping as her fingers locked together in the air, drawn back enough to fix her dark eyes on his. "Do you have a taste for dark power?"