Her voice caught in her throat at his demand, and the moment his teeth took to her nipple she obeyed, coming fast with his name spilling over her lips a dozen times like a chant. Her legs shook, his fingers pulling the rolling spasms from her no matter how she tried to calm herself. "Robert, please, please tell me how I taste," her hands came to his hair, pushing gently, insisting without commanding, needing more from him, more of him. She wanted him to lap her orgasm up, wanted him to taste her on his tongue all day while they worked.