Enough to tease his breath to a rasp, and curl his fingers on her back, closing the remaining space between them until Daniel's body is pressed to hers, warm, steady, solid, and entirely unyielding. "I don't accept denials."
Except under very specific circumstances. This, for sure, isn't one of them. After a pause, his cheek against hers, his breath fanning her skin, he very deliberately tilts his head further, licking warm once across the smooth curve where her neck met her shoulder, then bites down. Hard, sharp, and brief, following up with a slow, soft kiss to the same spot.