Tragos dragged her lip between his teeth as he pulled back, eyes hungry and still heavily lidded. He lifted his hand to his mouth, slipping the fingers that had been inside her between his lips, and the faint taste of himself that lingered on his tongue was overridden with the taste of her. "Get back in your seat," he commanded, shifting in his own seat and yanking his pants back up a little, but he never stopped staring at her. "Spread your legs for me."