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“Teach me, Timon,” she whispered.

Taking her in his arms again, he lowered her to the ground and laid her on the blanket. Without a word he braced his arms on either side of her shoulders, leaned over her and kissed her.

This was not like the first kisses. It was much deeper, with that leashed ferocity, but also the tenderness she had felt in him before. His tongue ran along the inside of her lips, and a rush of warmth gathered between her thighs.

A normal response, she thought. But then she wasn’t thinking about anything but the kiss, hesitantly returning it, touching her tongue to his.

Then she felt his teeth, and her muscles stiffened.

Timon drew back. “You’re not ready,” he said hoarsely.

“Will you...bite me?” she asked.

“Not unless you want me to.”

“No,” she said. “Not yet.”