From Protector of the Grey House:
“Don’t. Until you can sustain the damage I am capable of, do not bite my jugular.” His words growled past her face, a chill wind threatening her cheeks.
“I thought to deter your passion until we arrived home.” Her voice was too innocent as was her look.
“Tell me another, weaver of tales.” He was growling into her neck, chilling her jugular. She shivered in anticipation, wanting his bite. She cried out in frustration when he pulled away and sat back down on the seat. She glowered at him as she sat up, using her arms to prop herself up.
“Which is it, Vincent? You act as if you’re going to ravish me despite my predilections against it at this time and in the same moment warn me against enticing you.”
Cat Stark 