"Alors je ne vais pas arrĂȘter de parler," he grinned back, eyes shutting in appreciation of her nails. "What's your name, petit? Mine's Remy. Wear it out all you want."
His head lowered once more, to begin a slow, torturous worship of her nipples by his tongue and teeth. His hands moved over her stomach and back in long, firm strokes, massaging and keeping her body as warm as he possibly could.