From Inside the Grey House:
“Vincent, love. You forget your place.” There was a hard edge to her teasing tone.
“And you, lady sire, forget my nature.” He was caressing the line of her breast, loving the feel of her soft skin, wishing she were warm. He closed his eyes, tried to pull away; realized she wasn’t letting him.
She caught the look in his eye, not really surprised. They had been in this situation before, he always tried to run; she never let him. “Vincent? Why pull away? Let your desires loose upon me. At least I can take it.”
“You’re not whom I wish to be with.” He reached around to pry her hands loose.
“She’s quite the human, to keep my favorite from my bed.” She moved her hands from his head to the waistline of his pants.