When given better access, Feyre scraped her teeth lightly over that beautiful column of flesh exposed to her. "Well... the whole package is pretty intoxicating." She followed his lead, talking softly, voice tainted with the undertones of lust. Whispered against his skin, because they did not have to speak loudly, or even normally, to hear one another.
She laughed lightly. "You have a point. But why sit when you can lay?" A light groan coaxed from her lips as she felt the scrape of his teeth. That pretty crimson shirt forgotten for the moment.