From Protector of the Grey House:
“I would rather give you permission than wake to find myself changed.”
“But if your life were at stake and Diana couldn’t heal you?” His hand tangled in her hair, tightened, then let go to travel down her spine.
She swallowed hard, closed her eyes and licked her dry lips. She opened her eyes and looked him in the eye. “I will forgive you.”
He pulled back the smallest bit, completely surprised. It wasn’t permission, but it was a definite start. Vincent, now understanding the bewildered look of earlier, grabbed his woman to him and seared himself on her skin.