Cane gently bit my neck. I gasped in surprise and pleasure before groaning when his rough tongue licked the wound. He stroked the thread between us as he explored my neck and lips, nibbling and biting, before his hands pushed my t-shirt up, exposing the utterly mundane bra I'd chosen to wear.

He didn't say a word, only stroking my skin until I felt on fire with an internal fever.

"Cane."

"Mmm?"

"Can I—?"

He lifted his head, burning golden eyes searing into ...