"Yes," yes, it's dragonglass, yes, it's better to go for the throat. He leans in to kiss hers, biting as he goes. Everything she has done in this bed has heightened his ardor. She can feel that now, pressed against her hip, and he has no shame in it. He releases her wrist so he can feel more of her body, the softness of her chest, the smooth skin of her back.

"What else," he says, voice thin with want, "do you wish to be taught?"