"Yes," she breathed, the words strained and layered with double meaning. Elle's back arced into his thrusts, her mouth open on whimpering pants. It was better the third time. Much, much better, especially with his teeth breaking the skin of her neck, her nails clinging desperately to his back. Her lips fell to his shoulders, her eyes slipping closed as she kissed, licked, and then sunk her teeth into him too, with a little spark.