Nona returned to her totem form as a flash of silver at the hollow of Sasha's neck. She watched him approach. Her body was still aching from Sally's attack. A fine sheen of sweat coated the pale skin of her forehead and upper chest - regardless of this, a ruthless smile curved her lips.
"You think you know what I want?"
She took his hand, allowed him to heft her up. Sasha kept the forward momentum, pausing once she straightened to lean in to drag her teeth across his chest.
"My room. Ten minutes."
With a terrible grin, she raked her nails across his abdomen as she passed.
"Don't forget your shirt."
